Quietly dealing with patients, holding his own patience
in check, being thorough to a fault, working late.
Somehow always falling behind, patients are waiting for
hours to be seen.
Happy when finally getting called to the back, yet lab
work and biopsies already done and sent out have not
yet returned results.
Putting his nurses to the task, attempting to get
reports from other sites so he can concentrate on what
needs to be done for the person he is with.
Careful and methodical, learning whatever he can to
help his patients, informing and hopefully curing them.
All types of testing, searching reports, investigating
every symptom, what you have is a wonderful person who
just happens to be a doctor named Dr. L.
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A beautiful poem on Dr. L. It's very true said. They work overnight. Deals with each patient with softness, and never show they are fed up..Some patients as well as who accompany them can be irritating too but he never show, really so much patience doctor has....Your poem just reminded me of doctors who listens so patiently... Loved reading it. Thanks for sharing.