It is too bad that physicians have to become patients sometimes. They know too much, and they don’t know much—- about being a patient. Not talking about being patient and having patience. I am talking about the physicality of being a patient.
There are some areas the physician can go without fear as a patient, for example, a heart attack, a mastectomy, a knee replacement, because usually these are common problems and the workup, surgical procedure and the prognosis is fairly well known.
But most of them know didley about eyes. yup! Every one says, don’t worry, it is easy and you will be good as new in no time. And if you are a pathologist who depends on his eyes and takes comfort in looking into the microscope, or, a writer, or even an artist, can you imagine the fear this person would have to not be able to see? It is an unchartered territory for a common, run-of-the-mill physician, me thinks!
Okay, I am not talking about me. I am just bleating. Who says I am scared? I am not. Thursday will come, and about this time day after tomorrow, it will be all done. Well, I don’t know what I am saying. Here is an old poem I think I had posted on Xanga. Be well, be safe, see you next week insha’Allah (Godwilling)
I breathe, I go to sleep
I wake up.
It is a cycle of constant movement.
Let everything stop, halt the cacophony
let me hold time in my hand
let me be patient with myself~
Life with dashed hopes
break-ups and tears, and giggles
begs for patience
wants to diffuse the hurry and scurry
of everyday life
into a transformed serenity
of love and hope.
I fear I am no longer myself
I am only an atom of a sublime whole
wild at other times. ©