Box 3.

A poem written at a Doctoring to Heal session on “balance”

My body aches,

My thoughts scatter,

My back hurts,

My stomach aches.

When I'm asked how my mother is

I don't know.

I leave patients when they clearly need to talk.

I keep looking in the fridge.

I feel jittery.

I don't cry when it's sad.

I'm feeling all gummed-up.

I get angry with my cat.

I feel like I'm rattling around on a day off.

I don't know what to do.

I'm exhausted. I feel I can do nothing to right the balance.

I have let go of any semblance of a spiritual life.

I'm worried/anxious about what has been and what's next

Unable to be where I am.

I forget things.

Catherine McLean