It was Sunday,and I had a bit more energy than was good for me. Our house was swimming in post-holiday clutter,and we desperately needed additional storage space. I spied my rusty 5-drawer filing cabinet tucked into the corner of the garage (). It was crammed with 2 decades’worth of papers,covering everything from “Death and Dying” to “A Hemodynamic Approach to the Treatment of Heart Failure” (I’m a general internist). But it’s 2012,and we’re fully wired,so,really,what’s the point of all those papers? They seemed to be just taking up space that was needed for other important items,such as Legos and sports paraphernalia.
The American Journal of Medicine












































