the changing medical profession

Where are the obese, wheezing doctors

of yesterday? As they puffed and huffed

to get around you to check your breathing,

they smelled of cigarettes. Their injunctions

for your reformation were halfhearted—

not like the new breed, thin and fit,

who if you say you don’t have time to exercise

tell you they rise at 5:00 a.m.

for an hour’s bike ride, losing

30 pounds last year which they’ve

kept off. I miss the doctor I used to see—

twice my weight, when he sat down

across from me in his office, he was relieved

to be off his feet, and dying for a smoke.



Drawing by Joseph Yeomans



  1. I can identify with that!

  2. I really enjoyed this blog post

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