Trust me I am a doctor for M'lady Poppy silver

A cynical look at medics

Trust me I am a doctor.

 

I must admit I was depressed.

My world seemed filled with tedium.

Though I was not at all impressed

When he prescribed me vallium.

 

The point of view that I expressed

my doctor did not find welcome.

He was convinced that he knew best

His protestations left me numb.

 

I think he was somewhat distressed

and that he wished I had not come.

I was quite different from the rest.

His patients in the main were dumb.

 

 and did as he advised obediently.

Which he believed they ought to do

but I refused absolutely.

As I had every right to do.

 

I did not want to spend my days

 sitting staring into space

 with an empty vacant gaze.

Depression is a passing phase.

 

Although I thanked him for his time

I think I left him rather stressed.

I think he saw it as a crime

that I was totally destressed.

 

Without the use of chemicals.

It went against what he’d been taught.

I found it rather comical

He did not know that he had wrought.

 

A complete change of attitude

 With his conviction he was right.

I owe a debt of gratitude

for he inspired me to fight.

 

 against a drug I did not need.
I left his office feeling good

Perhaps one day he will succeed

 in understanding why I could.

 

When he has more experience

and learns to listen carefully

 and exercises common sense.

 Instead of judging hastily.

 

Tuesday, 25 May 2010

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Reviews

[J.Black]

I always listen to my grandpa when he speaks- this is exactly why. He knows so many experiences and things that I'm not always aware of. It's apart of growth I assume. I keep popping back pills for headaches, when he tells me just to go outside in his fresh yard and smell the tomatoes, or the lilac plants he has. I love this.

[alternative_be]

I could not agree with you more! Some doctors just do not respect their patients and the fact that they might have some medical knowledge of their own... My dad (February 25th 1927 - March 25th 2010) felt exactly the same. He did not like painkillers or other valium like substances and never took any in his life before he was admitted to hospital after breaking his hip ...
Though the nurses knew he was in his right mind, he was administered drugs that he was afraid would ruin his stomach, liver and kidneys... After he was operated on, he was not able to eat for 5 days... One day after he was eating again, he was admitted to the ICU, where he died one week earlier, due to organe failure... Operation succesful, patient deceased...
I do not blame the doctors because they only practised medicine the only way they learned at med school ... I pity them because they do not seem to know that every person is different and can only take so much...

[Coyote Poetry]

You are correct. Doctors don''t have the human feeling no-more. I was told to use many drugs by doctors. I took none. I'm old fashion taught by wise Grandparent to use teas and honey to solve problems. The chicken soups cures of the world still are the best. I do my cranberry juice daily and feel like young forty. A excellent story.
Coyote