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The Human Touch 2013 - University of Colorado Denver

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Dissecting Insomnia<br />

Zia Choudhury<br />

Parking lot Consultation- Rural Workflow<br />

Terry Schumaker<br />

Why can’t I sleep? Is it nervousness? Squeamishness?<br />

Why’s she so different from me? All the pieces are<br />

<strong>The</strong>re.<br />

And all the processes vital, for deciding personhood<br />

Would course through her if they could… It isn’t good, this<br />

Feeling.<br />

Like I’m stealing what’s beyond her control,<br />

Beyond her fl esh and blood and bone, her body her mind and her soul<br />

Are no longer hers, never hers to begin with.<br />

Since in the end she lays on a table, a cold<br />

Instrument.<br />

Not unlike the chisels and saws, <strong>of</strong> the interested parties,<br />

Tearing through her skin identifying arteries.<br />

<strong>The</strong>y can only assume, the silence in her lack <strong>of</strong><br />

Movements is a stoic approval, and who are they to feel<br />

Remorseful?<br />

“Of course it’s where she wanted to be.<br />

She gave her body whole-heartedly, wants to be a part <strong>of</strong> this<br />

Process.<br />

And one day when we’re doctors we’ll plant trees in her honor.”<br />

But to me it seems uneven, she was somebody’s daughter. •<br />

<strong>The</strong> tired, faded brown Chevy truck rounded the end <strong>of</strong> the clinic parking lot<br />

& slowly rolled into sight, stopping tentatively at the emergency door.<br />

<strong>The</strong> autumn air hung over the grazing cattle in the fi eld beyond, as the<br />

sky shimmered a transparent shade <strong>of</strong> peach ………<br />

Gathered in the glass enclosure at the clinic door stood the team;<br />

Inside the old truck sat the woman in the passenger seat,<br />

Gripping hard on the handle above the window <strong>of</strong> the truck door, she sat immobilized<br />

tightly frozen with pain. A fall from her horse an hour ago, she is known to all………<br />

Quick questions and simple exchange…… Hushed words and familiar greetings…<br />

Uttered s<strong>of</strong>tly through the partially now ajar truck door…. No bleeding, bad breathing<br />

or blackout or chest pain or anything else…<br />

No insurance card, eligibility or prior auth, not here, not now in the parking lot<br />

Slowly we closed the truck door for her with a high pitched squeak and<br />

hard metal thud.<br />

<strong>The</strong> smoke from the truck exhaust rose as it slowly moved and rounded the far<br />

end <strong>of</strong> the clinic parking lot and fading out <strong>of</strong> sight<br />

Rural workfl ow; known to all, simple solutions<br />

<strong>The</strong> joy <strong>of</strong> small town<br />

Communities caring for each other<br />

Heart <strong>of</strong> workfl ow, low tech-high tech intersect<br />

Together we stood once again in the rural workfl ow •<br />

PG 72<br />

PG 73

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