What would the world of medicine be when the only the M.D. Gods
ruled
Where penmanship and bedside manner were not taught in Med School
And the poor patients questioning treatment were dismissed
as fools
And expressing empathy of a patient racked by pain or
loosing body parts or function was deemed as uncool
Where billing codes were so complex and determined if the
M.D. was paid
Hit with paper blizzards in a never ending paper parade
Would render medicine a Kafka like castle with too many locked
doors before one unlocked a patient could find
While M.D.’s are too often maligned
Nurses from Florence Nightingale are the nuggets of care
found in a gold mine
Instead of lumps of iron pyrite a smart patient will decline
M.D.’s may prescribe drugs and treatment
But the nurse insures the shots to the right place went
And like a medical ULTRA deciphers the M.D.’s handwriting
code
To pick the right drugs to administer so the patient can
soon return to his or her abode
While writing a poem to post on my blog I struck up a
conversation with a treatment nurse Michelle
A second generation nurse-her skills take too many pages to
tell
Kudos to Michelle the noted nurse
Freed us from the M.D. are God’s curse
© 1/5/2026 Michael P. Ridley aka The Alaskanpoet
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