Sayed Tabatabai, MD

@therealdoctort.bsky.social

Physician. Writer. Cherish your stories. Listen to each other’s. My debut book “These Vital Signs” is out now from HarperCollins. #MedSky.

I have this habit of telling my office staff I believe in them. It started as a pep talk thing, but now it’s just how I end almost every conversation with my staff. “I believe in you!” Found this note on my desk after a brutal drive through Texas traffic with a long clinic day ahead. We got this!

Photo of a note written neatly on a piece of paper on my desk.  It reads:

“I believe in you!” - Dr T voice :)

A thought on this sunny Sunday. In March of 1973, a man identified only as “Mr. Nadeau” wrote to famed author E.B. White, writer of “Charlotte’s Web,” and “Stuart Little.” Nadeau wrote to say he was in despair, and had lost faith in the future of humanity. White replied…

Photo of a letter from EB White: 

North Brooklin, Maine
30 March 1973
Dear Mr. Nadeau:
As long as there is one upright man, as long as there is one compassionate woman, the contagion may spread and the scene is not desolate. Hope is the thing that is left to us, in a bad time. I shall get up Sunday morning and wind the clock, as a contribution to order and steadfastness.
Sailors have an expression about the weather: they say, the weather is a great bluffer. I guess the same is true of our human society-things can look dark, then a break shows in the clouds, and all is changed, sometimes rather suddenly. It is quite obvious that the human race has made a queer mess of life on this planet.
But as a people we probably harbor seeds of goodness that have lain for a long time waiting to sprout when the conditions are right. Man's curiosity, his relentlessness, his inventiveness, his ingenuity have led him into deep trouble. We can only hope that these same traits will enable him to claw his way out.
Hang on to your hat. Hang on to your hope. And wind
the clock, for tomorrow is another day.
Sincerely,
E.B. White

“The Odyssey” is spectacular filmmaking. Beautiful, terrifying, visceral, tactile, even the most mythical elements seem fully realized. There’s a moment that shattered me, and I can’t forget it. A meditation on all that we are, all that we carry, and all that we can’t leave behind. 10/10.

Photo of Matt Damon as Odysseus from The Odyssey.  He looks weary, in armor, looking up at something off-screen.  He is bearded and his beard and hair are scraggly.

Since nobody is being held accountable, and capital only understands the language of capital, is there a comprehensive Epstein boycott/don’t-vote-for list yet? Or is it basically almost every major corporation and politician?

RIP James Van Der Beek from colorectal cancer. Little side story. One of the nurses I work with, loved Dawson’s Creek so much she named her daughter Dawson. In 2020 I asked James to record a little message for them both (via Cameo) to help cheer them up in the depths of the COVID pandemic. 1/2

"Part of how they make you obey is by making obedience seem peaceful, while resistance is violence. But really, either choice is about violence, one way or another." -Charlie Jane Anders, “The City in the Middle of the Night.”

I finally have access to my Twitter/X account again! For the past 5 days my account has been hacked. If you received any messages from “CoachSelena75” or “CoachSophie” your account may have been compromised. Sorry to everyone who suddenly got deluged with crypto posts and Elon retweets.

FYI to anyone who follows my main account on Twitter/X “therealdoctort,” unfortunately the account has been hacked and the name has been changed. I’ve reached out to @X to try and regain control. Please disregard any posts or messages coming from that account until I can get it back. Thanks.

“…And hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was a light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach.” J.R.R. Tolkien, “The Lord of the Rings.”

Image of a lone white star shining in the night sky high above a jagged mountain range wreathed in dark clouds.

Flu is surging at record levels. Measles is exploding, an outbreak in South Carolina just passed 200 hospitalized cases. ICE just shot and killed a U.S. citizen. We overthrew Venezuela for their oil and wanna “buy” Greenland. National debt is $38 trillion. Healthcare is crumbling rapidly now.

Screenshot of a headline, “OpenAI suggests ChatGPT play doctor as millions of Americans face spiking insurance costs: ‘in the U.S. ChatGPT has become an important ally.”

I’ve had the privilege to work with the best group of colleagues a doctor could ever ask for. Here’s to the doctors, NPs, PAs, nurses, RTs, PT/OTs, SLPs, RDs, PCTs, and all the support staff that made everything possible. Peace out SATX! Till next time… (Y’all are some talented artists too!)

Photo of a piece of art, a card with a painting of me giving a peace sign while smiling, with a silhouette of the San Antonio skyline in the background, and the words “Peace Out San Antonio, NCB Crew” in a graffiti style.