Visit to Retinalogist
Waiting room filled Some impatient, antsy Reading Others dilated Anxious or bored Waiting Doctor and technicians scurrying Room to room Pulling files Scanning Names called out Doors opening and closing Hundreds of patients for him Work tedious Repetitious But only one doctor for us Often dependent Always grateful© 2012 Thomas W. Cummins
Tags: health care, personal, poetry
In a dim light... 
October 25, 2012 at 10:09 am |
So true!
October 25, 2012 at 11:04 am |
Lovely Tom ~ a Retina specialist appointment I presume? You can make anything into poetry dear friend ~ sounds like a special Ophthalmologist x
October 25, 2012 at 1:10 pm |
Yes, he is, And the whole experience is an exercise in vulnerability. Thirty or so people waiting with my being one of the younger and with the least debilitating affliction. Yet I remember how frightened I have been with the prospects … dim or not. (no pun intended)
October 26, 2012 at 7:51 pm |
Very nice. Poetry should be about real life. I am familiar with waiting rooms. Next time I’m in one I’ll pay more attention.
October 26, 2012 at 10:30 pm |
Been there
Done that
Got the picture
Or just part of it
Half a smile
Half a mile
Down the hall
Someone else must drive.