The ER Doc

A place I never figured I'd be

Just because of my PTSD

But a day came without a breath

Panic attacks one after another

Heart pounding all day long

Then the next I started shaking

I couldn't calm myself

All the techniques I've been taught

Not one worked

Finally after a forty-eight hour attack

I succumbed and went to the ER

It was late I was exhausted

Two days of the feeling of suffocation

One day of uncontrollable shaking to boot

I couldn't take it anymore

The doctor was so kind

He understood as I sat on the bed

With my legs trembling uncontrollably

My heart was pounding so hard it felt like bursting

Immediately he started working

Asking me questions, meds, triggers, the whole works

Then he motioned for the nurse

Told him what to get to help me

Afterwards before we left he said something that shocked me

He asked if we would pray with him

It brought tears to my eyes

Most doctors seem to think they are God

This one realizes we are all but servants of God's will

He is living God's will and that is a difficult task

During this day and age

But I thank God today for sending me that wonderful doctor

Who not only wanted to help me physically and emotionally

But prayed for me, my future, and my health

And believes in me

Thank you doc!