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THE TOPICS of conversation in physicians' lounges have always seemed to me to be a reasonable barometer of the interests and concerns of physicians. These topics vary depending on the age of the physician, longevity of practice, subspecialty, and even the time of year. I have tended to drift toward the conversations of interns and residents as they hurriedly passed through the lounge, snagging that extra cup of coffee and free bagel. Physicians in training talk medicine; nuts-and-bolts medicine. They talk numbers, pressures, unknown variables and obscure diagnoses, acronyms, and eponyms. It has always been this way and in this confusing time of novel reimbursement schemes and an alphabet soup of organizations, their conversations offer a refuge for me. Medicine is interesting, can be fascinating, and in a very real sense, can be fun. In these swirling conversations in the lounges and stairwells, there is an area of discussion that
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