The Human Touch 2013 - University of Colorado Denver
The Human Touch 2013 - University of Colorado Denver
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