I don’t like this cloud that rolls in and covers everything each time I think of you.
You act concerned, but I recognize the moments of forgetfulness and disorganization,the times you lose your place and tap your finger on your desk. You need a haircut.
Are you taking care of yourself? How can you do this job, probe here, pull there, check
this, singe that. I don’t know what you think or whether you are good, do I go on faith?
How many have you saved? How many were killed by your practiced hands?
I have to put the upmost trust in you; I put my most precious possession in your hands.
Should I really entrust his life to you, Doctor? What are my choices?
6 comments:
Suspicious, indeed! I have to admit I've never thought of it that way. More "how many lives have you saved."
nice piece - this prose style is tough, but you made it work
Hmm... now I think I'll be a little less trusting b/c I think we should always choose docs that are highly recommended.
I call this being careful rather than suspicious, Judy. Keep asking....
It is nice to live in this age where we can check out people so thoroughly on the internet, no?
I hear you, Judy. Well done, I can feel the fear, the worry.
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