A GP's New Year poems... No.1 - Going broke

Going Broke

She came clean

“I didn’t think I had a problem.”

And listed all the people she had seen.

The naturopath and chiro had a crack

Physio, masseur, that reiki quack.

“The personal trainer advised that I see you.”

I checked my notes: three years without review.

She said to me, “I’m going broke.” 

I murmured to agree.

“How lucky then you’ve come to see,

As a last resort,

Your bulk-bill GP.”