Dear Mr. Physician

Dear Mr. Physician,

I do not mean to take much of your time so, I’ll be concise and precise. I know you are a busy man, I see you looking through your paper work, cracking through your brain to make sure patients get healed, get better and other ways to heal other ailing patients.

I’ve seen you heal all sorts. I see you all the time you scribble prescriptions in that coded look-alike chicken scratch writing. I mean, that has to be some sort of code writing right? ‘Cause it seems like it’s only the woman at the pharmaceutical that decodes what you write.
I see people come to you sad and leave happy. I see them use the medications you prescribe and get healed, feel better about themselves.

But Mr. Physician, now this is really why I am writing you this letter. There are things I also see that I am not comfortable with, things I don’t like. I see you have the same headache a patient from the other day had, you prescribed that he took Metaxalone and he felt better after that. Why Mr. Physician? Why wouldn’t you use these same drugs you prescribe? Why wouldn’t you?

I also notice you find it difficult standing up straight. You still have that back pain? You are a Physician aren’t you? Why haven’t you fixed that? You counsel your patients to report to a physician at the slightest hint of ill-health but you do not the same.

You go about with your stethoscope around your neck, but you are dying slowing, even your heartbeat has become irregular.

Wake up Physician.

It’s time you took that stethoscope and check yourself.

Mr. Physician, heal thyself, I dare you. I dare you. Heal thy self.

Yours sincerely,
A wake up call.

You know, sometimes, I go through a previous post of mine and think to myself, asking,  “I wrote this?”… I read through the comments and how people say they get inspired almost brings me to tears. I mean, I get jealous. I shouldn’t be. I wrote the thing.

Ever realize how easy it is to give advice than take advice?
How easy it is to give blame than take blame?  
It’s so easy to point at the faults of other people. What about ours?

I do not want to be the one that says the things he doesn’t mean.
I do not want to be the preacher that doesn’t do that which he preaches.
I do not want to be the cobbler who always wears the worst shoes.

We are all like the physician in our own ways.

This time, I am putting a stop to this; I am doing the things I know are right, the things I tell others to do.

I am taking my advice.
I am righting those wrongs I wrote.
I am pursuing after perfection.
I am working on me.

This time, I am not just going to be a reader; I am going to be a doer.

I didn’t put this up just to inspire you; I am doing this for me.
Hopefully, one stone can kill two birds.

You reading this, fellow physician in your own respect, heal thyself. I dare you. I dare you.

Yes, You can.

But then, this is what I think, what do I know?