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being a doctor is something weird. It's nothing I really aspired to. It is something I simply let myself become. but it is a title I am often embarrassed to declare. It carries with it so much shit. When I speak and call people patients, I am insulted, like I just stole away their humanity. Why can't we all just be people? Why can't I just be a person with knowledge and skills, maybe even gifts? Why do I have to portray an image and dance to a legislator's tune? I don't, but I do. I submit myself to the illusion. I compromise and endure that reality; for a shot to currupt it with my dreams. I take my stand at the edge and watch on as the sickness rages forth. I steal a moment or two with any cell that passes my way, hoping to revive its true vitality, to reconnect it to itself, its source and its kindred. I hope my chores will empower them to fight the cancers that rage amongst us, that inflict us and deprive us of our souls. I pray for symbiosis to manifest between the parasite and the host. Maybe that's why this path spilled out before me, knowing full well that I wouldn't walk along with my head shrouded in a white coat. But sometimes I look at this world and feel like we're all on death's doorstep; life and harmony succombing to the entropy and chaos of greed and hatred. It's hard to grasp these things some days with a wonderful, beautiful child whimpering in my clinic, sitting on her worried mother's lap with an eardrum ready to burst, knowing what they can afford will barely advance my effort to fill that mortgage payment envelope sitting on my desk, inside my clinic, next to my home and on a small plot of land that isn't really owned by me at all, but by a bank that will reap more than double the purchase price by the time the deed changes hands, grossly inflating the cost of living and making life for that mother and daughter all that much harder; all for the glory of america and the cause of capitalism. Still, I have hope; for symbiosis, for remission, for cure.
tigersaint:
i am a she.
there are other venues.
i am surprised by the voyeurs.
thank you.
Feb 11, 2003
grooverider:



Turn right.

Tommy did as the man said. They were driving along a narrow gravel road, leading to what seemed to be an abandoned farm. Few people lived in these parts nowadays.

Stop the car

The three men got out. As the back door opened- the man who was silent until now let out a groan and fell to the ground. Reflexively, Tommy rushed to help, only to be shoved back by his original kidnapper- Move back! he barked.

Holding his ground for a second- Tommy looked into the mans eyes- they were those of a hunted animal, facing its own approaching demise.

Turn around and start walking!

keeping his gaze fixed for as long as he could, Tommy spun around and started walking.

The path led them through a neglected lawn, and into a crumbling porch.

On the trees around them, Tommy could feel the presence of three guards. Not badly camouflaged, he thought.

The door seemed to open by itself.

Inside he heard the now familiar growl.

As he stepped inside, Tommy could feel many eyes staring at him in the dark. He gradually tensed his muscles, ready for an oncoming attack, when a female voice was heard:Relax- we wont harm you. Keef- close the door and flick the lights on.

Tommy was not very surprised at what he saw. A group of 14 men and women- all armed, and all- to various degrees- wounded.

Do you know who we are Doctor? the female asked. She was slim and had long dark hair and glasses. Her delicate features were misleading, Tommy noted. His years in the military had taught him how to detect a fellow warrior.

Youre Rebels. He replied- fixing his gaze on her.

Not bad Doctor Sativa. Now tell me this- Do you know why youre here?

You seem to know my name, but I dont know yours. Miss

One of the man snapped at him- It is not your place to ask questions!

Its ok Niji. She watched him- a somewhat amused expression crossed her face for a split second. Tommy could almost detect a smile.

Rowan will do for now.


Feb 12, 2003

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