Clinical Truth
The best medical writing comes from the bedside — from holding someone's breath in your hands and forgetting their name, then asking why.
About
I'm a medical doctor, and I write. Clinical dispatches from the ER and ICU, essays on science and philosophy, reflections on what it means to be human — and what it means to care.
The best medical writing comes from the bedside — from holding someone's breath in your hands and forgetting their name, then asking why.
From R0 calculations during an unfolding pandemic to Rosetta landing on a comet — science is a way of wondering, not just a body of knowledge.
Medicine reaches its limits more often than we admit. "Idiopathic," "indeterminate," "observation" — these are not answers, they're placeholders. Good writing sits in the uncertainty.
Writing since 2014. Bilingual, reflective, unafraid to code-switch. Some posts are Indonesian, some English, some both — like the inside of my head.
I’m a medical doctor. I trained in clinical practice, worked in the ER, and now work in medical coding. Somewhere along the way — between night shifts and ICD codes — I started writing.
This blog has been my notebook since 2014. Some posts are clinical dispatches: the patient whose breath I literally held in my hands, the limits of medicine when all we can do is wait and see, the strange thing medical education does to empathy. Others are science writing: Carl Sagan’s star-stuff, Rosetta landing on a comet, R0 and epidemic mathematics, consciousness as “the gorgeous fever” of matter. Still others are personal: hiking alone, being 24 and restless, learning not to rush to the next room.
I write in Indonesian and English, sometimes mixing both in the same sentence. It reflects how I actually think.
Broca’s area. It’s a region in the frontal lobe — responsible for language production, for turning thought into speech. Damage it, and you get Broca’s aphasia: you know exactly what you want to say, but the words won’t come. The thoughts are intact, the language is not.
For years, I felt a version of this. I knew what I wanted to build. I could see it clearly — the shape of it, how it should work, why it mattered. But I lacked the language to build it. The frameworks, the tooling, the sheer volume of syntax between idea and execution — it was a different kind of aphasia. I had thoughts I couldn’t express in code.
Then LLMs arrived. And suddenly, the language barrier dissolved. I could describe what I wanted in plain words — the same words I’d been using in my head all along — and watch it become real. The gap between thought and creation closed. Ideas, given language.
In a strange and unexpected way, LLMs have become something like Broca’s area for humanity — a bridge from thought to expression that didn’t exist before. It feels fitting to name this space after the part of the brain that does the same thing: turning what we mean into what we say.
I studied medicine, worked as a physician, and eventually moved into medical coding. The transition taught me something: structured clinical data is the foundation of everything downstream — reimbursement, research, analytics, AI. Getting the coding right matters. And the people who understand both the clinical reality and the technical systems are rare.
The early posts were tagged ntsf — notes to self, and to friends. That’s still what this is. A place to think out loud about medicine, science, and the spaces in between. If you’re a clinician who wonders about the bigger questions, a technologist curious about the clinical domain, or just someone who also stares at the stars — you’re in the right place.
I write about clinical medicine, medical coding, science, philosophy, and everything in between. New posts since 2014.