I’m Tova Rogers. And I’m Ahuva Rogers. We started a dermatology practice, emphasis on practice, filled with lofty aspirations and crippling fear. We want to share our experience because, well, we like talking about ourselves. This glorified diary serves as a self-indulgent pity party on paper… as well a guide to the perplexed. We hope our story sounds a siren before other misguided souls become mired in a web of loans, office buildings, waiting room chairs, lasers that cost more than houses, overpriced scrubs, and palettes loaded with 4x4 non-woven gauze and small, oval bandages, the good kind, you know, the super sticky ones that adhere to the skin like stage five clingers. Follow our journey into the medical abyss. You might learn something. Or not. At the very least, we promise to make you cringe.