Don't you think it would be a good idea if all people wanting to enter the medical profession spent some time as a patient and see what really goes on? I bet attitudes would change, drastically.
They need changing. Drastically.
I spent time ... more than I wanted, really, on the other side of the charts ... what an eye-opening experience! Got to thinking about that and this poem is the result.
I am more than pulsebeats on a monitor screen; more than numbers on a lab report. You've forgotten the diagnosis has a name ... I just wish that you would use it.
You speak a language that I will never master; your intelligence leaves me confused. It would be nice if you would provide translation ... I mean, it's my body, after all.
I gave up my dignity when I came in here; my privacy's not private no more. I am open for discussion while on display ... and that hospital gown doesn't help.
You poke and prod and x-ray me from head to toe and still cannot tell me what is wrong; you shake your head and tell me to be more patient ... you'll find it even if it kills me.
I really wish we could switch places, you and I; and let me practice a while on you. There would be some massive changes, I guarantee ... ones that would benefit both of us.
no holds barred, tell-it-like it-is type write; excellent stuff! i say send this message to all the docs of the world; they need to read this! it may make them think about how to treat patients in the future! good one; brava!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, karen lynn. :(
I am sending this to a friend , she is in medical school as we speak, it could do nothing if not make her realize that patients are people too...thanks, Ed
Wow...now that hits the nail on the head.....excellent Karla! I agree, send it to AMA...
peace and love, Carole
Reviewed by Kate Clifford (Reader)
Reviewed on August 21, 2005
The better the doctor is, the worst his manner's seem to be. Yea lets play doctor's for awhile. Hey doc I've got a new game! calls out Killer Kate :-)
Great write.
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on August 21, 2005
"...and that hospital gown doesn't help..."
Very real, very important subject, BUT... that line dropped me... baring our butts to the world, indeed!
As for the poem? You stuck 'em good, Karla, needled 'em with poetic prowess, shot 'em down with mighty swoops of your agile pen! We should get a committee together to post this (ENLARGED, OF COURSE) in every doctor's lounge, where they'll surely see it.
You've struck a blow for we, the little guys. Good stuff! katy xox
It's when pregnant and havin the babies that renders us gals pieces of meat the most I think, Karla... literally, your body is not your own and you become some kind of invisible host! :)) Worth it, though... but, in these instances, I think the hormones enable you to cope with it... you seem to care less about all the people and processes and literally, "let it all hang out!" You articulate well this kind of deprivation of identity, significance and boundary. Must say that over here, in my recent experience, notwithstanding the IMMENSE pressure our national health service is under, great steps have been taken to reverse this unhealthy trend and everyone from the front door upwards take the time and trouble to treat patients' minds and feelings with all due care, respect and explanation... and even, dare I say it, the sense of having the time which blatantly they do not have! Don't know how this is possible, but it seems true to me! Great write - and you would make a great Health Minister! :)) LOL Kate xx
You are so right, Karla. It only gets worse with HMO's now. The doctors are only "allowed" a short period of time with each patient, so the chance that any of this is going to change soon is nill.
Take care,
Sherry
I know this feeling all too well from being in and out of the hospital for the past three doors, you are right when that little plastic armband goes on your dignity is removed. Great write and telling it like it is,.
Felix
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on August 20, 2005
I know that you are correct, but in my case Dr. Terrell Johnson is a damn saint. A small, black woman from New Orleans who is stuck in the machinery of a huge hospital down here on the bayou, but in her heart she is a simple country doctor and it comes out through her care for her patients.
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your twin, karen lynn. :(
Love,
Eileen
peace and love, Carole
Great write.
Very real, very important subject, BUT... that line dropped me... baring our butts to the world, indeed!
As for the poem? You stuck 'em good, Karla, needled 'em with poetic prowess, shot 'em down with mighty swoops of your agile pen! We should get a committee together to post this (ENLARGED, OF COURSE) in every doctor's lounge, where they'll surely see it.
You've struck a blow for we, the little guys. Good stuff! katy xox
Love Tinka
Take care,
Sherry
Been there many times, done that too!
Hoorah for you! Email this one to your DR.
Love, Bonnie
Felix
WHICH PROMISE REWARD TO HIM HER THAT ENDURTH TO THE END...
KARLA, I NOR (GOD) CANNOT PAINT ANY BIGGER PICTURE FOR YOU TO SHARE IN YOUR PAIN,i.e. They're Medicals Doctors Are Maken $Billions Rippen Your Guts Out_
They Docotors Are Only 2nd to Greed Mongering Attorneys Who Own 99% Of FORECLOSED REALESTATE In USA ESP.CALIFORNIA!
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