Dr. Mark, Dr. Chris, Dr. Luis

There's a small pocket of pain inside of my torso that cripples me from time to time.
It rests near my floating rib on the left side of my body.
It has been the only thing to remind me that I am human and cannot act as if otherwise.
Not even the shattering of a few bones slowed me down.
But a collection of x-rays pile up next to my bed and I am uneasy about it all.
I hold them up to the light to see the damage I've done but bones make me squeamish enough to faint.
I've passed out just 3 times, twice in the last year and I can't stand knowing doctors by their first name.
Whatever happened to the doctor-patient relationship where the white coat doesn't look me in the eye?
That's the kind of relationship I want with my doctor.
The type where he doesn't remember my name or the last time I saw him.