The sun was at its highest point in the sky. At the same time, I was at my lowest point recovering from an overnight shift (which I still question the utility of for medical students, however that is for a separate piece altogether).
“Let’s move forward, safely together,” Uber tweeted yesterday on the company’s Twitter account while simultaneously announcing they are stepping back on the mandatory masking policy they have implemented throughout the COVID pandemic.
[This submission won third place for the Synapse Storytelling Contest photography category.] An aerial photograph of the Black Lives Matter mural that was painted by community leaders in the Fillmore district.
Four months ago, my father began experiencing debilitating joint pain, which first appeared with a progressively sharp throbbing in his left wrist, that was uncomfortable enough for him to notice but not enough to notify others about it.
