Here's your reminder. Pasted from another thread:
A Physician's Eyes
A physician's eyes are nothing like the sun;
When on call, he is always on the run.
If surgeons get the dough, why is peds undercompensated?
This hole of arrogance has been created.
I have seen private practice get the money,
While those on relief missions get a salary that's crummy.
Yet those doctors will complain,
Of loans and mortgages not yet paid;
While they treat the dying,
The families around them crying.
The HMOs tie the hands of doctors,
and they are left sighing.
Maybe in law, there is more delight,
Of course, you run the risk of battling might.
I have seen roses red and white,
But no such roses see I in my patient's cheeks.
In many perfumes is there more delight
Than in the stench of anatomy lab that greets us day and night.
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
When I walk on rounds, I feel like my feet are about to blow.
When we are able to shudder with fear at the sight of white coats,
Or are left in confusion at the sound of foreign medical terminology,
When we, too, can fathom our patients' agony,
Only then can we be the great doctors we want to be.
So while HMOs cheat us,
While we grow old paying our loans,
And come home to neglected husbands and wives than groan,
And barely see our kids, only talk on phones,
We still run back to this profession.
Despite not seeing the wife,
And going through all this strife,
We treasure that feeling of improving someone's quality of life.
We still love the comforting touch of our hand on a patient's,
We revel in the smiles of sick children,
And of science's mystery of cures.
And yet, by heaven, I think this medicine as rare
As all things I just I belied with false compare.
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What a stress reliever. Man, that was deep! Very corny, but deep, no? I think I get extra points for the cheese factor.
Thank you Shakespeare (adapted from "My Mistress' Eyes.)
This is so much fun! I think I will just leave all this to become a writer... And when none of my books sell, I'll be back to bother AMCAS some more.
