J. McCullen TruettBlocked: Silence for a fighter.This morning I awoke to the cheerful tones of my iPhone alarm interrupting the still silence of my apartment. The hardwood floors creaked…Nov 13, 2016Nov 13, 2016
J. McCullen TruettIt’s Not the End; It never has to beTwo years ago, I wrote my first published piece of writing, an Op-Ed in the Roanoke Times titled “Why Ebola Matters in Southwest Virginia.”…Sep 21, 2016Sep 21, 2016
J. McCullen TruettHumility: From White Coat to White GiThe sun shines brilliantly in the pale blue, cloudless summer sky. My brown shoes tap gently as I pass over one of the numerous aging laid…Jul 18, 2016Jul 18, 2016
J. McCullen TruettThe Human Beneath the CoatThis morning I was awoken by what can be generously described as Chinese water torture or, in layman’s terms, the cold wet snout of a dog…Jun 4, 2016Jun 4, 2016
J. McCullen TruettWest of EdenI once wrote in a former blog some of the most famous lines from the Bhaghavad Ghita: Now I become death, destroyer of worlds. Little did I…May 13, 2016May 13, 2016
J. McCullen TruettI Begin at the End.I am here where it all began. Here in a land that ushered in the new world order. Where the unconscious justification of every act of…Apr 20, 2016Apr 20, 2016
J. McCullen TruettPart 2 Mountains of Pain: St. Matthew Heal MeNote: Patients described below are hypothetical characters. Lessons in the form of real-life possibilities.Mar 14, 2016Mar 14, 2016
J. McCullen TruettI Do My Father’s Drugs: Part 1This morning I pulled up to the the family practice through which I am currently rotating. I stepped out of my car, and across the parking…Feb 19, 2016Feb 19, 2016
J. McCullen TruettWhite Coat, Blue ApronThere are two sounds I currently find most satisfying. The thwack, thwack, thwack of my forged steel chef’s knife through raw vegetables…Feb 3, 2016Feb 3, 2016
