Kirsten Emott is an MD from British Columbia who also writes poetry. The March 2010 issue of the British Journal of Psychiatry has published a poem of hers that was originally printed in The Naked Physician: Poems About the Lives of Patients and Doctors by R. Charach.
Junkie On The Phone
You don’t have a headache.
The GP you named doesn’t know you.
The pharmacist recognizes your name.
You even called me before.
I won’t prescribe the drugs.
Play the game elsewhere.
Call up some other doctor.
Set out your lies:
"Doctor, here is my lie.
I want you to join me in my lying.
Pretend I am sick.
Give me what will make me sicker.
Give me a stick
with which to beat myself.
Help me to die."
Junkie On The Phone
You don’t have a headache.
The GP you named doesn’t know you.
The pharmacist recognizes your name.
You even called me before.
I won’t prescribe the drugs.
Play the game elsewhere.
Call up some other doctor.
Set out your lies:
"Doctor, here is my lie.
I want you to join me in my lying.
Pretend I am sick.
Give me what will make me sicker.
Give me a stick
with which to beat myself.
Help me to die."
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