"Of course you hate medicine," the voice said. But there was nobody there. I was alone in my office, tired after a long day of patients. I began to panic, thinking that I had become, at best, unglued by fatigue or, at worst, psychotic. Here I was, a successful dermatologist for 20 years, my hand on the telephone, calling a broker to sell my practice. And now I was hearing a voice. It sounded like it was coming from the phone book; but now, in retrospect, I realized it was coming from someplace very deep inside me, a place I had abandoned. "You've become a businessman and forgotten who you are," the voice continued.
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