Thursday, July 17, 2008

Ode to doctors

Roses are red...
Violets are blue.
When you have an owie,
What do you do?
Why go to the doctor,
Cuz they know their stuff.
They do lots of tests
That sometimes are rough.
The visit with Doc
Takes a minute or two...
Not all of your symptoms
Can he even get through.
Then he gives you more pills
Tells you your pain to ignore
Then makes one more appointment
Just to be sure.
I wish that instead of this annoying arrangment
You could transfer your pain to him just for the visit.
Then he'd know what organ was exploding within you
For he'd feel it with piercing exactness and ferver.
It would be super because follow up visits
I'm guessing would be in a matter of minutes!


(PS...for those of my friends who are in this profession, I still love ya! :))

1 comment:

Kathryn-nannygoat said...

heehee, nice poem.
I'm guessing the doctor appt. didn't go as hoped. :(
That stinks, especially since it is so hard to get him there (Trevor's the same way, I've been tempted to go with him because I think he doesn't want to complain too much or sound like a wimp so then the doc doesn't think it's that bad).
If he's comfortable have him call Trev and see if he can help.