"auscultated" poems
I’ve lost track of the time I’ve spent in this mental tug of war.
Im still hoping to be better than the last time we said goodbye.
I’ve been walking the line between demure and unleashed.
The glitter of others catch my eye, tho fleeting
None illuminate me like you.
I feel the dimming as I walk deep into this cavern.
The farther I walk the harder it is to see that from which I came.
I don’t recognize me; not in my reflection and not in my heavy steps.
There’s no certainty that this is a path of healing.
And I know healing; my hands have willed it with vashe soaked gauze.
And I know healing; I’ve auscultated it in lobes and bases.
And I know healing; I’ve smelled it in the excrement of the bedridden.
And I know healing.
I know healing?
Feb 29, 2024
Feb 29, 2024 at 7:36 AM UTC
One day, I went to a doctor’s clinic
with a chief complaint of headache,
but he didn’t mind me being sick.
Instead, he lit a cigarette and took a break.
I asked him “why are you
insensitive to me while being so attentive to the patient who just left recently?”
But all he did is, he pointed at the window…
There I saw that patient took off with a BMW.
Then he started getting my history,
with a blink of an eye,
he finished so quickly.
With such short span of time,
I doubted if my disease will be treated,
for even his steth has no earpiece, he put it on my chest auscultated.
He then grabbed a pen
and prescribed me penicillin
to which, my goodness, I am allergic in.
I asked him to change that medicine,
but he insisted ‘coz the med. rep. is his girlfriend.
Later, he charged me
of a very high professional fee.
I begged him to lower that fee, hoping for a bit o sympathy.
But only heard him say..” I have so much bills to pay.”
Are we this kind of doctor for tomorrow, who will just add to the patients’ sorrow?Or those doctor who truly cares,
even to those who have nothing to share..
Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 1:06 AM UTC