Poetry
Pain 0/10
I take a breath,
The air is fresh and cool and smells of lake water, Pungent, earthy,
Like home
I leap from the rock Landing with ease
I run to catch up with my friends We splash in the water
Laughing
I take another leap
Plunging into the cold water below, Air knocked out
Exhilaration knocked in I burst from the water Smiling
I scale the cliffside Slipping only once But catching myself Confident.
10/10
Hours after I fell
During my tame walk home from clinic, I sit in the emergency room.
Leg in a makeshift split.
The orthopedics resident,
Hasn’t looked me in the eye once.
It starts with a shock of lightning My screams are the thunder
I beg them to stop, but—
They don’t.
They ignore me.
The keep pressing The bones—
I feel them—
Grinding against each other. The most unnatural feeling I’m nauseous.
“This isn’t working,”
I hear one of the residents say.
To the other (Not me)
“We have to be more aggressive.” I try to speak—
But it’s cut off
By another press Another slam
Another grind And I scream Scream Scream.
My friend reaches for my shoulder— To comfort me
I slap him away. It’s visceral—
It’s primal—
All I can see is pain.
5/10
It feels like I’m caught in a bear trap. Like the metal inside me
Digs in from the outside Viscous teeth
Tearing tendon and muscle Or that a dog
Gnaws on my leg like a bone
Brief moments of respite before Chomping down again
I’d gnaw my own leg off if I could. I want to do well.
I try to keep up with the team -
(I used to run I used to jump I used to leap I used to hike I used to climb I used to be able to walk the hall —)
But the teeth bite down harder. I catch my breath,
Leaning against an empty hospital bed They turn a corner
And I am alone.
I swallow another pill In an hour
Maybe it will dull
Maybe.
I’m trying to learn But it’s so hard.
I think back to what I used to do, How I used to move
So effortless, so free
That primal part of me
Wants to break free from that trap Leap from the predator
But now? This time?
My body is my own enemy.
I limp into the exam room, Brace around my ankle.
(It’s better than the cast, at least.)
I smile and introduce myself
When I ask the patient to rate their pain I finally have a reference.
Author: Riley Jepkema
Bio: Riley is a third-year medical student at the University of Michigan Medical School with plans to match into Pathology next year. Halfway through her clinical year, she suffered a freak accident resulting in surgery and chronic pain. Art was her solace during her recovery, and it forever changed how she interacts with patients -- she's been there, too.