I have faith in you, dear Doctor
To do what is best for me
To fix the problems that I bring to you
And treat what you cannot see
I need you to believe me
And what I say to you
To listen to my evidence
Though anecdotal, it is true
Know that I have priceless insight
Regarding what is going on
No matter what the tests say
Or the results that could be wrong
I know that when I leave here
Your next patient's right behind
But this disease is now my life
Answers I'm needing you to find
So much of my life now
Depends on what you say
On what treatments you could choose
Or medicines from day to day
Yet you pronounce my name wrong
As I walk into your room
I am one of a hundred patients
You will be treating soon
See, I worried about this appointment
For at least the last few weeks
Hoping that you will listen with earnest
And the answers you shall seek
Praying you won't condescend me
For the degree which I do lack
Understand it's not a Google search
I live it, please consider that
Because I'm standing on a precipice
And hoping you will throw a rope
To stop me from falling over
By providing me some hope
So please remember, Doctor
Before the conversation's through
We've waiting weeks or maybe months
For the chance to talk to you
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Sian N. Clutton
A horror and thriller writer at heart, who's recently decided to take a stab at other genres.
I sincerly hope you find something that either touches your soul or scares your socks off.
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Comments (4)
The story is a good reflection of what most people feel when they take a trip to the medics
Sad, frustrating and very well said. Btw, is it "Shawn?"
Well you know what I think about doctors and nurses, I have written about them a lot. Know exactly how you feel, thank you for sharing.
Omg yes. That precipice feeling 😩. Been there.