The chair I sit in
when I am holding clinic is a little bit short for the height of the desk, a
little bit inadequate to the task that it’s being asked to perform. We piled a
couple of boxes of soap atop the chair, in an effort to make clinic go a little
smoother. I perch on the soapboxes and I
talk to my patients about what ails them.
Recently, my
soapboxes have started coming apart. Bits of things that were once solid and
certain tumble onto the floor as I talk to my patients and learn more about their
lives. My patients will often halt in what they are telling me to hand the bits
and pieces back, dusted off. Together, we put the pieces back together. The box
is a little different shape now, but the better suited for the task because of
our efforts together.
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