New Doctor’s Modus Operandi

The assistant pushes the lever

the chair leans menacingly back

as I fight my gripping panic

My chest heaves

as I tightly grab the chair arms

and ask: “When can I sit up?”

The assistant calmly states “I’ll just have

to lower you when the doctor comes in.”

I fight for control and say “Ok”

like a child facing

any uncertain terror.

The doctor enters

and shakes my trembling

hand

then pats it as if I were a child

needing comfort.

I like this man

hurry and be done with me

until next time…

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About sandrabranum

I'm a philosopher, dreamer, poet, writer -- not necessarily in that order -- and I get to write it all down and share it with the world thanks to the Wonderful World Wide Web!
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2 Responses to New Doctor’s Modus Operandi

  1. JL Stratton says:

    I like it. Very heartfelt. I could sense the apprehension, but I must admit, you had me at “Heaving Chest.” LOL

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