The pattern on the ceiling, the taste of the food.

I’ve never seen a hospital from this angle before

The walk to the bathroom, the beep of my machine.

I want to be “cared for”, not “taken care of”

I only know they’re trying to help ‘cos I know what the drugs do

You couldn’t tell any other way, their faces, their rush.

I was told my op was routine, but in fact my whole treatment is

Firstly, inject the patient. Secondly, walk away.

Is it just because I’m a doctor, or do they treat everyone this way?

I’ve never seen a hospital from this angle before,

The pattern on the ceiling, the taste of the food.

I don’t like seeing the hospital from this angle,

When I’m better, I will change.