The Doctor

The emergency Doctor, calm under pressure.
Listening, looking, feeling for an airway, obstructed
Whilst, ABCDE is the method to be instructed.
Thriving under mental strain is the paramount ingredient,
Yet a trait only grasped with training and experience.
A quality equally matched with the art of surgery,
SPIKES on the mind after finishing in the operating room,
For now is the hardest part that is to gloom,
Being the one to present the final news.

Socrates an ancient philosopher,
Now the mnemonic for patients that do suffer,
Disaster and disease are the common medical encounters
and still no match for the will that is harnessed,
Through years of mastering the craft that is mentally fatiguing.
Only with psychological fortitude, can you acquire the power of human healing.

The Doctor isn’t a God complex.
The Doctor isn’t a genius.
The Doctor isn’t perfect.
The Doctor is the standard human being,
having desires, to heal those who are in need of remedy and hope.
Those who devote life to medical service
Will be fulfilled.
Through the patients they heal, without requiring gratitude in return,
because it is on to the next case, in that brilliant white coat.
The hero who shuns away the cape, the hero who doesn’t need to gloat.
This is the Doctor

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