Dr.Captain Awesome-Pants


OK, all psychiatrists know that grandiosity is a defence mechanism to protect oneself from their fears. Well, I’m terrified of failing my licensing  exam, and I shamelessly admit that I am choosing GRANDIOSITY as a defence to get me through. Friends, I need all the support I can get here, so please like if you think I can pass this test!

L, thank you for telling me to tell myself to be Doctor Captain Awsome-Pants!

I love it. your pep talk today, inspired this poem.

This poem recounts medical algorithms and rules In The Style Of poetry

You know what’s coming up?

My practical exam

In all of med and surgery

It’s really time to cram




It’s not an easy one, this one

But I think I stand a chance

If I tell myself that I will be

Doctor Captain Awesome-Pants




It’s been long since I really did

Full head to toe exams

But I’m going to do my best that day

So here it is, my plan:




I won’t say: please call Trauma!

Right now! fast as can be!

Cuz who’s the trauma team, Wid?

Oh shoot! I guess it’s me




What types of bleeding are there?

I won’t forget, I won’t!

There’s bleeding you can see

And bleeding that you don’t




What shocks kill trauma patients?

Those that bleed or will obstruct

Compress, reduce, or tournequet

Chest tubes, X-rays conduct



Glasgow, Apgars, ABCs

I’ve got them to the letter

If you are bleeding on the ground

Think I can make it better




Looks like appendicitis

If I have a tiny doubt

I’ll call Gen Surg, my brave old friends

And they will take it out




Wid, please remember, say your name

And smile and wash your hands

Explain what you are thinking

On patients’ right must stand




In every case, do vitals

Inspect, palpate, percuss

And auscultate, and be polite

And get the patients’ trust




Whatever case scenario

Play cool for goodness sake

As Captain Doctor Awesome-Pants

This quiz? A piece of cake



In The Style Of


Gallop Rhythm 



I love horses. They are brave and resilient, and healing to man. Try getting on a horse’s back next time you’re lost or your heart is broken. See where it takes you. It might take you home.

Palomino, bay

Whïtë or dapple gray

Chestnut, paint or black

with a starry forehead ray

Don’t know which colour mare

I’ll pick to ride today

Which path I’ll choose to take

Which winding twisted way

Don’t care which horse as long

as it kindly slows the pace

Of my flailing failing heart

That refuses but to race

Its gallop rhythm beat

A sure sign that it now fails

Though no one knows to ask

What’s hurting you? What ails?


Let’s not slow down

Ride on, don’t care

Go breakneck-speed

Both truth and dare

The truth is that

My heart’s not mine

It’s lost and gone

It’s so not fine

I want to ride

Without a care

To live or die

That part’s the dare

If my time is near

then, I’ll live each breath

and let my failing heart

beat itself


to death

Note: a gallop rhythm is a true medical sign of a failing heart. If you listen closely, you will hear, instead of the usual two heart sounds, three sounds that mimic the gallop of a horse’s hooves. A gallop to its death.

Image: Me and Hawlk-eye on Lake Earie




If you have never been out at dawn

you have not lived

How else would you ever dance

with the fairies in the woods

to the sound of rustling leaves

or to your own rock music, if you wish


How else would you go

for a swim in the sea

and sing

the siren songs of mermaids


How else

could you tip your head back

and pretend to be embraced under the stars


And have imaginary conversations

(yes, out-loud)

with people who have hurt you

or who are gone forever


How else would you cry

to the sincere coos of pigeons

rather than the fake “so there’s”

of the people

who will rise with the sun

when your alone, alive,


time is up


You think sleeping in is delicious

Believe me

Being alive at dawn is so much more


I’ve shared a secret

I won’t tell you again

Wouldn’t want to find you all there….


….next time I go dancing in the woods


Photo retrieved from: My memories of dawn

My Turqoise


I’m no one’s pink silhouette

Tired of society’s etiquette

I have a name and a face

I have a voice, yeah you bet


I’m going to walk tall again

I’m going to wear my turquoise blue

I couldn’t care any less

If it’s too bright for the likes of you


See, I’ve tried to conform

Tried to curtesy, smile and twirl

But I have to stand up for me

And more so for my baby girl


For she will do as I do

Kids never do as you say

And I’ll teach her to be true

To her true colors all the way


Mimi, I’m so excited for you to find your own turquoise.

Love, Mama.                                     Wid Kattan



Image retrieved from: https://www.google.ca/search?q=turquoise&safe=active&espv=2&biw=1300&bih=837&source=lnms&tbm=isch&sa=X&ved=0ahUKEwi36oui4KbPAhWKmh4KHczOA6cQ_AUIBigB#imgrc=Rj0_eotfKNzbxM%3A