Is The Doctor In? Poem by Lynn W. Petty

Don''t be so hard on doctors! It can not be an easy job at which to please everyone, and maybe not please many patients. Let people do without doctors and listen to the results! ! And profits keep them going.

now i am putting this into January's Section C, newly-opened. will this sooth any PH hearts or inflame them? ? or some of both? bri :)

Very well said indeed. Interesting that your doctor is Granzella and my doctor when I was in Brazil was Dr. Granja.

“Reducing them to educated clerks.” bingo……….almost. unfortunately. and I could say more. i SHALL SAY MORE! my only child, a female, is a general practitioner, without her own office, and the atmosphere has been tough on her. (of course she is a bit like her mom, one of my exes, so what can I expect? hee-hee. in the poem you speak of male doctors. surprise! NOW I think more than 50% of med school grads are women. my daughter has yet to learn how to see all the patients she is ‘required’ to see, do all the paper/computer work, AND still be a doctor with “Compassion, warmth, concern”, which I believe she is. actually she has recently left (partly, at least, forced out by management) the job she worked at for four years (up to 60 hours a week she says) . she was the only doctor. at a VA clinic near Pittsburgh. Now she is getting into a job with Doctor On Demand, an online service for which she will work from home, communicating with patients with computer! in part I blame too many people and too many OLD people. not that I would be referring to YOU! :) yes, the medical profession would help society if they DIDN'T save so many people from deaths which [years ago] the patients would have experienced (deaths I mean; but only one death per person!) . of course that is MY opinion. :) I have informed my doctor and filled out proper forms, indicating my desire to not be kept alive if I would die when only given “comfort care”. I have informed relatives and some friends of my wishes. I have copies of a California form posted inside the house entryway [on TWO walls], on hot pink paper, to notify “first responders” of my wishes. a “do not resuscitate”, DNR, form is a wise thing to have on file with one’s doctor also, if that “one” is like me. that was what allowed my mom to die in a hospital at age 90. my sister and i were allowed to control how much IV (intravenous) morphine she got. the morphine supposedly helped keep her pain free AND hasten her death. a fine poem on an important subject, but one which I think will go unresolved for the most part: doctors who act like glorified clerks! to MyPoemList bri :)

I entered the doctors office, Mr. Smith? Replied I, Hey doc So nice to meet you. Please have a seat. Said he with a smile as sincere as a con artist. ..... It was the third time I'd been in his office. To him I was only so many reports and papers and prescriptions and so on. He had no idea at all that we'd met before.