Such a Good Boy
BLOOD NEVER SCARED ME. Scars and wounds fascinated me. How was it possible that skin, being so thin, could protect our bodies from the microbes floating in the oxygen we breathed? I learned the power of magical elixirs like hydrogen peroxide and rubbing alcohol. Band-Aids and white gauze patches were like manna from heaven; they showed how we could be healed. In biology class, I didn’t scream like the other girls when I cut a neat line down the underside of a dead frog. The tiny organs, corresponding to the illustrations in our textbooks, seemed like a miracle. How was it that a frog could be reliably replicated for centuries and not change? I wanted to become a doctor but I didn’t know any female doctors where I grew up and the expense of a medical school education intimi
