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These short, accessible poems describe the experiences of the author as a practicing internist and (later) psychiatrist. Some allude to the responses of patients to a physician with an obvious physical disability. Others describe the reactions of patients to illness, injury, and death.Some of the poems are funny, some angry, some sad. Reading them has been likened to eating potato chips: "You can't eat just one."

"On August 27, 1967, one week before I was supposed to start medical school, an intruder broke into our apartment while my husband was at work. In the ensuing struggle, I fell from the third floor fire ladder I was using to escape, into the brick alley below. As I learned later, my back was immediately broken; I had become a paraplegic. I did not start medical school until September 1968, having spent most of the preceding year in the hospital and in rehabilitation. I was now 'independent at a wheelchair level, ' including driving my own (specially-equipped) car. I was also able to walk short...