I hate to say this, but every time I'm at work I feel as though I'm working for the devil. Simply because of the absurd prices we charge patients for medications, buying a bottle of pills at a steal and then charging patients an arm and a leg for just one pill.
It's sad when patients come in with something that could have been prevented with just a change in diet/exercise, when newborn babies from drug-addicted mothers need to be given narcotic medications to help them, when a family watches a loved one pass away and then given a bill before their even cold.
It's a sick world.
*picture is originally from http://www.theamazingbuzz.com/arts/surreal-photography/
02/04/2014 (Tuesday)- A Broker for Souls
The devil sat down beside me, as I sipped coffee alone, in a hospital cafeteria full of sick people.
Leave any souls for me, doc? he asked in a voice full of cinder and smoke.
I shuffled the papers in front of me, doing my best to ignore him.
C’mon, buddy, we’re on the same team here.
“You’re not real.” I popped my pills, the ones that kept me sane and the devil away.
No, I’m not.
Checking my watch I head back to my patients, his smoky voice following, chasing me down white sterile halls.
I just work here.