Treasure Island

Cretan Maineiac

(April 29,1961 / Lewiston, ME USA)

.The Illness Industry


'I got to the Doctor's office, ' Scarlett said,
'and
THE FREAKIN' PLACE WAS CLOSED FOR THE NEXT FIVE DAYS! ! '

Green couches match the fragrant plants,
fresh carpeting & Prevention magazines whisper
'professional', check boxes while-you-wait,

try & remember every mom & dad malady, sibling
symptoms, & how many cups of coffee & donuts &
French fries...

*One great excellency in this Tribe, * Gulliver
opined, *is Their
skill in prognostics, whereby They seldom fail… *

'So I went flying to the
pharmacy to cry and beg for some
pills, ‘cause one of them I am completely out of! ”

*…Their predictions in real diseases when
they rise to any degree of
malignity generally portending death...*

“Turns out, they had finally gotten around to
calling it
in. That, of course, is

after I have had two (not one but
TWO) blood pressure episodes today
alone...'


*…which is always in Their
power when
recovery is not...*

'…one when I called the
Pharmacy this morning and found them
NOT called in and

one when I found the
Doc's office
shut down! ! ! ! ! ”

*…and therefore, upon any unexpected signs of
amendment …after They have
pronounced Their sentence…*

'I am finally breathing a bit
easier, but it was
touch and go there for a while, ”

*…rather than
be accused as
false prophets...*

“…whether I would
die from a
stroke or a TEMPER FIT! ' (Treat, L.,2008)

*…they know how to approve Their
sagacity to the
world by a seasonable dose* (Swift, J.,1726) .

Pick a vice (any vice) :
Pick a pain (any pain) :
your personal information remains

confidential &
please present your insurance documents
when services are rendered, &

frankly, Scarlett, i don't [believe They] give a
damn! ! ! (Mitchell, M.,1939)
...so long as your Bill gets paid.

Submitted: Sunday, July 20, 2008
Edited: Sunday, July 20, 2008

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  • S. A. S. (7/25/2008 12:03:00 AM)

    ends on a Rhett-orical note-!

    Fun to read and frightening that it is so true as anyone caught in the healthcare whirl will know. (Report) Reply

  • Cheryl Lynn Moyer-peele (7/24/2008 9:11:00 AM)

    Chris or Cretan - I swear they hold us in disdain for even going to them in the first place. You got to admit they've got a point. I found your deliberate contrast of opinions to be awakening, between what we are fed to believe and the unsavory truth...there is very little care in American medicine! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Mark Nwagwu (7/23/2008 5:13:00 AM)

    This takes me all over the place EXACTLY what I go through going to see a doctor, or seeing doctor, or just going to the pharmacy - it's all a whirl, fear, sweat, not much happening really and nothing happens in the end. And I can go home with Helen and continue living in her liquid eyes where there's life and peace. I liked your poem a lot, Chris; it is fast paced, or is it heart paced made not to take you to a doc. (Report) Reply

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