Hope you are well.
Unfortunately many around you are not. Which is why they are forced to come see you- in the hope you can heal them. You see doctor what a role that is? Of a healer?
People come to you broken. In need for a messiah. You are that. People walk in hoping not just for a treatment plan- but for hope- for the reassurance that they will be ok. People come to you when they don’t know who else to turn to. It is quite a role doctor, if you think about it. Your God complex isn’t entirely unjustified.
And I do get it- it is an exhausting job too. You meet hundreds of such broken people every day- each one with a different crack, a different wound… To see so many broken people in a day must be exhausting. I do admire you for taking up this role.
But you see doctor, you did take on this role by choice. I wouldn’t, I couldn’t. These are big shoes to fill. It is man doing God’s role on earth and I am not sure if I would be able to measure up. But you did it- you wanted to do it. You wanted to be God’s hand on earth and help cure. I admire you for your courage.
But when you snap, and snap you do… when you make me wait an hour because you are “not in office”… when you casually chat with the nurse in the room while I sit there distressed… when you are impatient giving me more than five minutes of your time… of answering my questions… or bearing with my anxiety…
When you tell me my treatment plan without running me over its side effects… because by now you have done it too many times and I have turned into “just another patient” for you…
When you refer to me as “ama jee” or “aap” n “tum” and not even take my name… or know it for that matter… when you hardly look up doctor… or say a kind word… or smile at me on my way out…
I do question if this was really what you wanted to do?
Or should be doing.
Your own conscience
Artwork by Areesha Zaki