Introduction If you’re like me, you marvel at the streak—decades gone by with barely a bruise or sniffle worthy of a doctor’s visit. No medical files following you from clinic to clinic. No cryptic acronyms scrawled in a chart. No digital trail of who poked, prodded, or prescribed antibiotics for your last scrape. For much of my life, I wore that record—or the lack thereof—with pride. I dodged diseases and paperwork alike. Blessed? Absolutely. That's how it felt, at least. But lately, the cur...

No Records, No Sickness: The Blessing and Curse of a Blank Medical Slate