‘It’s not preventative medicine; it’s proactive medicine.’ AS a sleep deprived surgical resident at Johns Hopkins Hospital, Dr Peter Attia used to have a recurring dream. Or, rather, a nightmare.
‘I’m standing on a sidewalk in a big, dirty city that looks a lot like Baltimore, holding a padded basket and looking up. Every few seconds, I spot an egg whizzing down at me from above, and I run to catch it in the basket. They’re coming at me fast, and I’m doing my best to catch them, running all over the place with my basket outstretched like an outfielder’s glove. But I can’t catch them all. Some of them – many of them – smack on the ground, splattering yellow yolk all over my shoes and medical scrubs.’
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