By Jon M Gluckman
My daughter gets all the prescription pads I need. She lands this primo job, nurse practitioner, at that concierge Rittenhouse Square Women’s Clinic. Swanky! She makes big money, works for the absent owner who lives in NYC and only checks in on a monthly basis. The supply closet held boxes of them.
“People are stupid,” she’d say. I couldn’t agree more.
Sackfuls of desperate letters flood in—tormented people in excruciating chronic pain addicted to OxyContin. I only charged a nominal fee, never took the Hippocratic Oath, but to just let them suffer? Well, what soulless health practitioner could do that?
A truly original and challenging piece. Bravo.
Thank you, Doug! So kind.
I echo Doug. Bravo!
But it’s also deeply cynical.
Thank you, Liz! Glad you enjoyed it.
Very enjoyable. Well done!
I love the cynicism mixed with compassion. A short piece that shows the complexity of the opioid problem. It’s not simple.
Neat pkg. of precise prose. Looking forward to seeing more from you.
Truth! Such is the life we know.