After my first day on medicine clinic, my head was spinning like a top. I couldn't believe how disorganized the modern American hospital could actually be. If anyone had told me, "dear, when you finally become a doctor, your colleagues will constantly be trying to kill your patients, and you'll have your hands full trying to stop them from practicing medicine," I would have just laughed nervously and moved on.

Yet, here I was.

Nothing could have prepared me for the carnage I was witnessing, and not just in terms of my coworkers being lazy, stupid, and sometimes downright malevolent. The patients, too, were an endless stream of depressing reminders of how the State has failed -- alcoholism, diabetes, drug scammers, cracked-out mothers, the list goes on and on. But I'm getting ahead of myself. This is a story about being a physician in the United States. My tale of violent insurrection and anarchist revolution will have to wait.