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A Career in Research: The Elevator Speech

Fig 2Fig 1 My colleague and Rheumatologist extraordinaire, Dr.

Emo of Friesland and the Rites of Spring: A Photo Essay of Queen’s University May 2013

An ancient force led me to abandon my laptop and explore the nearly empty campus of Queen’s University this weekend. There are rhythms to the academic year that have governed the lives of students and staff since the first University was founded. In the fall, undergraduates arrive and the air is filled with nervous optimism. The first midterm exams occur and optimism falls victim to reality.

A Hard Pill to Swallow: Why we don’t have penicillin in 2013

Why is it so difficult for some patients to take the medicines they are prescribed?  You would think if someone had cancer, heart disease or an infection they would take the medicine their doctor prescribed, right? It turns out that even when doctors are prescribing the right medicines and patients are trying to take them, a new problem has emerged, resulting in noncompliance. This new and bewildering reason is (drum roll please)….the drugs have disappeared. Disappeared, you say? Yes, and not as in, “I can’t find the bottle” or “my dog ate them”.

Scientific funding or WWMD (What Would Mozart Do?)

It has never been easy to fund great art or science. Both take time and money, and while all enjoy the final product (concert or cure), few want to pay the price for the musician or scientist’s time during the creative gestational period. Canadian Research is being given a dose of practical medicine, the goal of which is to accelerate labor and delivery.  The treatment, ‘Industry-driven research’, like a Pitocin drip on an obstetrics ward, is intended to accelerate delivery.

Exercise Is Medicine at Queen’s University (a guest blog from the Kinesiology students)

“A bear, however hard he tries, grows tubby without exercise.” -Winnie-the-Pooh, as channeled by A.A. Milne I was sitting in my office a few weeks ago when it was invaded by a group of energetic, young faces that wanted to bend my ear on the subject of exercise. I assumed they had sought me out for my highly (self) publicized skills as a senior hockey player, but no! They were the vanguard of an international movement who advocate for exercise as a therapy, not unlike a drug.

The Land of Opportunity for Canadian Medical Student Wannabes: Scotland?

I recently received a letter from a concerned parent who wondered how we had failed to accept their offspring into our Medical School. This young person had a near perfect GPA, had won multiple awards, and had achieved a record of community engagement that might have made a young Mother Theresa blush. While it might be dismissed as a case of a parent wearing rose coloured glasses and failing to appreciate how their child stood in comparison to the talent pool, I was moved to investigate by the metrics this parent provided.

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