With the New Year ushering in, many of us will usher out for “celebration.” I won’t be one of them as most recent new years, being on call, I’ve managed cases of acute alcohol abuse, frostbite, and love.
Cliche dictates we brave the cold for a magical New Year’s kiss, for love essentially.
We brave the New York City street and Time Square, generally under-dressed: who wants to pay the extra money for the coat check, mess up their hair with a hat, sport boots in cocktail dresses? I don’t.
The US National Library of Medicine specifies alcohol as an independent risk factor for frostbite, here is the link if you don’t believe me: https://medlineplus.gov/ency/a
Should love be added to the list of risk factors, displaying all of the aberrant behaviors of disease, the sleepless nights, the obsessions and compulsions of checking our Tinder and Facebook accounts, the mood fluctuations from elation to depression, I could go on.
I write as a physician wishing you a happy and healthy holiday. And as I query a recent question posed to me: Are you a “hopeless romantic?” I would answer “If it meant me risking frost bite for “true love” I suppose I am.