Nasty Foot.
I saunter into clinic
With that jig
That'd put Mr. McMahon's
Horrible swagger to shame
Freshly minted scholar
That's what I am
Not so long weaned
From the teats of instruction
Poise overflowing to the brim
Bursting with nous
Of all things x-rays and medicine
And medicine and x-rays
It is no small matter
What heights one will attain
Once mind is set to task
I shall take the world over hence
In comes a patient
Here to avail
Of the many wonders of
Diagnostic discipline
The requisition says,
"Male; broken foot; NKDA
Acute pain; inflammation
And sensitivity on palpation"
Oh sweet!
I shall set up for a 3-view
I prep the table
Click-clack equipment to my will
I go over and introduce
My humble self to wincing man
Hand out, ready for routine shake
"Hi, my name is J..."
I stop short
As my eyes capture
The image of a singularly
Nasty foot
Lordy! I'm not touching that!
I flash a fake smile
As debate rages on between
Duty and Despair
Get yourself together
And do your job
Be good to patient while at it
Noblesse oblige
Hahaha! you're done for
Touch that foot
And you throw up your guts
Or worse, catch a malaise
Oh what to do?!
I am but a poor scholar
Freshly unlatched
From the warm bosom of instruction
Now find your distraught self
In the valley of dreary experience
Where mettle becomes naught
Whittled down to zero
Go to your happy place
That of knowledge and brilliance
And all that good stuff
The wherewithal of purpose
So I hearken unto Duty
And her gentle ministrations
As Despair is banished
To the exile of unwelcome thought
So I do my job
Viewing...touching. ..mending
3-view done. ..happy to serve
Poor patient now happily away
Then I'm reminded
Of the Golden Rule
And to be my brother's keeper
Such are Integrity's demands
I shall be kind
Now and always
For tomorrow might find me
The one with a nasty foot and all.
To all the patients at
Memorial Hermann Medical Center, Radiology, Houston.
Thanks for aiding my training.
And Be You Well Soon.