"ophthalmologist" poems

Who is this young girl, Thinking she has the right to be in my office? I pretend to be nice, I do all the tests, After all, I can’t risk her suing for neglect. I comfort her, by telling her it’s stress, Indeed yes, this is all in her head. I let her tell me all of her symptoms, She must be a hypochondriac because how else would she have come up with all of that? Nevertheless, so she can’t say I haven’t done my job, I send her for an MRI and EEG, I also use my favourite words: I tell her it’s nothing sinister. I can’t believe she’s wasting my time, She has anxiety, her brain is all fine! Now that I’ve ridden her off of my list, I can move onto to patients, who are actually sick. She walks in looking young and healthy, Does she really expect me to believe her? She’s too young to be sick, and all her tests say are that she needs a psychiatrist, not a neurologist. I give the advice I’ve learnt from my medical degree, “just get on with life and do whatever you were doing. Go to university, you’ll be just fine! You can’t keep relying on your family forever.” Poor them, they must be really fed up of her, She’s just too lazy to make her own food, to get out of bed, to go alone to the toilet unaided. Yeah, she can still go to university, it’s not like she needs 24/7 care in case she falls down the stairs! I tell her she doesn’t need those crutches that she uses, I tell her she’s wrong about social anxiety, although she says it’s much better and I’ve only known her five minutes, She’s just stressed, her diagnosis is functional. Six months later her MRI and EEG are normal, But I already knew it would be, I advise her doctor to sort her out with a psychiatrist, even though she’s already seen one because I don’t get paid to actually listen to people. A year later and she’s trying to get another neurologist appointment? We can’t be having that, let’s make her referral disappear! She’s told an ophthalmologist she’s having temporary loss of vision, flashes of light? Who even cares? It’s just in her mind. She’s chased up how her urgent referral hasn’t be fulfilled in a month, I guess I’ll have to write her doctor a letter then, I’ll say it’s just migraine auras because when I saw her she was fine. She’s only pretending to be disabled, After all it’s functional so she must be pretty messed up inside. I’m a doctor so people know I’m smart, So I get good money, I don’t need to actually believe my patients and look for things that are not obvious to see. I’ll make sure she feels like she’s going crazy and will never be helped or believed.

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Apr 22, 2019

Apr 22, 2019 at 9:02 PM UTC

Chloes-Not-An-Ange

From A Doctors Perspective

Who is this young girl, Thinking she has the right to be in my office? I pretend to be nice, I do all the tests, After all, I can’t risk her suing for neglect. I comfort her, by telling her it’s stress, Indeed yes, this is all in her head. I let her tell me all of her symptoms, She must be a hypochondriac because how else would she have come up with all of that? Nevertheless, so she can’t say I haven’t done my job, I send her for an MRI and EEG, I also use my favourite words: I tell her it’s nothing sinister. I can’t believe she’s wasting my time, She has anxiety, her brain is all fine! Now that I’ve ridden her off of my list, I can move onto to patients, who are actually sick. She walks in looking young and healthy, Does she really expect me to believe her? She’s too young to be sick, and all her tests say are that she needs a psychiatrist, not a neurologist. I give the advice I’ve learnt from my medical degree, “just get on with life and do whatever you were doing. Go to university, you’ll be just fine! You can’t keep relying on your family forever.” Poor them, they must be really fed up of her, She’s just too lazy to make her own food, to get out of bed, to go alone to the toilet unaided. Yeah, she can still go to university, it’s not like she needs 24/7 care in case she falls down the stairs! I tell her she doesn’t need those crutches that she uses, I tell her she’s wrong about social anxiety, although she says it’s much better and I’ve only known her five minutes, She’s just stressed, her diagnosis is functional. Six months later her MRI and EEG are normal, But I already knew it would be, I advise her doctor to sort her out with a psychiatrist, even though she’s already seen one because I don’t get paid to actually listen to people. A year later and she’s trying to get another neurologist appointment? We can’t be having that, let’s make her referral disappear! She’s told an ophthalmologist she’s having temporary loss of vision, flashes of light? Who even cares? It’s just in her mind. She’s chased up how her urgent referral hasn’t be fulfilled in a month, I guess I’ll have to write her doctor a letter then, I’ll say it’s just migraine auras because when I saw her she was fine. She’s only pretending to be disabled, After all it’s functional so she must be pretty messed up inside. I’m a doctor so people know I’m smart, So I get good money, I don’t need to actually believe my patients and look for things that are not obvious to see. I’ll make sure she feels like she’s going crazy and will never be helped or believed.

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'LOVE IS BLIND'? 'Love is blind'? what nonsense! then how come we have 'love at first sight'? Shakespeare in one sentence had hoodwinked us since 1616 true, he wrote great drama and poetry but we must note he didn't study medicine nor opthalmology and mind you we are living in the 21st century with all the science and technology surely it would be the greatest folly to just quote the bard's cliche blindly the eyes have it ask the ophthalmologist without the eyes the lover would not see beauty and as a corollary how could you love somebody if in the first instance you were blind id est--you couldn't see! careful, so careful we must all be to differentiate between reality and the ranting of silly poetry if this myth were to perpetuate nilly-willy mankind would look really silly that would look good not even to the slightest degree and one more thing please bear with me and this is the bard's secret history he had chancre--venereal ulcer for which he received treatment could he have written 'Love is blind' being affected by that odious malady? London's brothels he did visit frequently when he was away from Stratford-upon-Avon he drank a lot too--there is ample evidence he also had anasarca (oh mercy!) result of mercury-related membranous nephropathy ( we shall not defile him further- but his alopecia was due to treatment of mercury for his syphilis---what a medical litany!) in conclusion we could somehow see that England's greatest writer was not as bright as he had been taken to be.

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Sep 28, 2015

Sep 28, 2015 at 10:25 PM UTC

dr-peter-lim

'LOVE IS BLIND'?

'LOVE IS BLIND'? 'Love is blind'? what nonsense! then how come we have 'love at first sight'? Shakespeare in one sentence had hoodwinked us since 1616 true, he wrote great drama and poetry but we must note he didn't study medicine nor opthalmology and mind you we are living in the 21st century with all the science and technology surely it would be the greatest folly to just quote the bard's cliche blindly the eyes have it ask the ophthalmologist without the eyes the lover would not see beauty and as a corollary how could you love somebody if in the first instance you were blind id est--you couldn't see! careful, so careful we must all be to differentiate between reality and the ranting of silly poetry if this myth were to perpetuate nilly-willy mankind would look really silly that would look good not even to the slightest degree and one more thing please bear with me and this is the bard's secret history he had chancre--venereal ulcer for which he received treatment could he have written 'Love is blind' being affected by that odious malady? London's brothels he did visit frequently when he was away from Stratford-upon-Avon he drank a lot too--there is ample evidence he also had anasarca (oh mercy!) result of mercury-related membranous nephropathy ( we shall not defile him further- but his alopecia was due to treatment of mercury for his syphilis---what a medical litany!) in conclusion we could somehow see that England's greatest writer was not as bright as he had been taken to be.

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i want to be a cardiologist maybe then i'll understand why my heart skips when you graze my skin and why it splinters when i hear his name i want to be an ophthalmologist maybe then i'll understand the novel in your eyes that your lips cannot express and the daggers in his stare that burned me as i passed i want to be pulmonologist maybe then i'll understand the way i lose my breath when you sigh my name into my lips and the way my lungs shuddered when his red-rimmed eyes pierced my will maybe if i learn medicine ill be able to explain why i feel the way i do for you or ill find a cure for heartbreak so i will finally be free of him

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Dec 19, 2014

Dec 19, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC

mattea-marie

medicinal explanations

i want to be a cardiologist maybe then i'll understand why my heart skips when you graze my skin and why it splinters when i hear his name i want to be an ophthalmologist maybe then i'll understand the novel in your eyes that your lips cannot express and the daggers in his stare that burned me as i passed i want to be pulmonologist maybe then i'll understand the way i lose my breath when you sigh my name into my lips and the way my lungs shuddered when his red-rimmed eyes pierced my will maybe if i learn medicine ill be able to explain why i feel the way i do for you or ill find a cure for heartbreak so i will finally be free of him

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*Sitting on pavement she passed with her friend a fear grips, as if am going to steal something the beauty of smoke clouded my eyes she got all the colors every time I see her my mind colored her beautifully eyes tend to open in anxiety Its an illusion or real?? checked with my friends they ready to help me took me to ophthalmologist..*

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Feb 26, 2016

Feb 26, 2016 at 9:16 PM UTC

jpki

Color..

*Sitting on pavement she passed with her friend a fear grips, as if am going to steal something the beauty of smoke clouded my eyes she got all the colors every time I see her my mind colored her beautifully eyes tend to open in anxiety Its an illusion or real?? checked with my friends they ready to help me took me to ophthalmologist..*

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Today I went to the ophthalmologist and the eye nurse walked me down the hallway and looked ahead and said jesus you’re getting old. I laughed and said yeah twenty years, and thought about jumping out of the window. My mother wants me to see a therapist to find out why I’m so afraid of getting older. I think I’m just afraid of not having the excuse of being young.

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Oct 2, 2016

Oct 2, 2016 at 8:14 PM UTC

mialee

Unintentionally Triggering Ophthalmic Nurse

Today I went to the ophthalmologist and the eye nurse walked me down the hallway and looked ahead and said jesus you’re getting old. I laughed and said yeah twenty years, and thought about jumping out of the window. My mother wants me to see a therapist to find out why I’m so afraid of getting older. I think I’m just afraid of not having the excuse of being young.

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The Secret That THEY Don’t Want You to Know The secret that your banker, car dealer Doctor, insurance agent, mechanic Dentist, electrician, wireless service Neighborhood Russian spy, travel agent Hairdresser, ophthalmologist, plumber Lawyer, barber, grocer, parole officer Pharmacist, barista, pedicurist Watchmaker, stockbroker, cable installer Or county agricultural agent Doesn’t want you to know: wait…what was it…?

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Mar 3, 2017

Mar 3, 2017 at 4:20 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

The Secret That THEY Don't Want You to Know

The Secret That THEY Don’t Want You to Know The secret that your banker, car dealer Doctor, insurance agent, mechanic Dentist, electrician, wireless service Neighborhood Russian spy, travel agent Hairdresser, ophthalmologist, plumber Lawyer, barber, grocer, parole officer Pharmacist, barista, pedicurist Watchmaker, stockbroker, cable installer Or county agricultural agent Doesn’t want you to know: wait…what was it…?

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1 The centipede bumped into the spider on the same leaf and said: I've been looking for you the whole day--what a relief! 2 The hooked fish looked its captor in the eye and said: I'll curse you from your stomach until you die 3 The envious star said to its neighbour: I'll outshine you in splendour 4 The dog approached the frightful mouse and said: I won't eat you--there's a lot of food in this house 5 One fish said to another--let me see your eyes you should see a marine ophthalmologist, I surmise

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Nov 21, 2015

Nov 21, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC

ms-lim

HUMOROUS/FRIVOLOUS POEMS (Collection 4)*

1 The centipede bumped into the spider on the same leaf and said: I've been looking for you the whole day--what a relief! 2 The hooked fish looked its captor in the eye and said: I'll curse you from your stomach until you die 3 The envious star said to its neighbour: I'll outshine you in splendour 4 The dog approached the frightful mouse and said: I won't eat you--there's a lot of food in this house 5 One fish said to another--let me see your eyes you should see a marine ophthalmologist, I surmise

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I'm just as simple as I can see myself being, People complicating my intuition, Disregarding my suggestions, Like I ain't nothing to consider, But I know they looking back now, Making sure I don't move up to the front row, I ain't even worried though, Got a focused plan I been working on, Oh don't tell me, don't tell me, Don't tell me! You didn't know, I'm the one changing on the low, Of course there coming after me, I'm the one aiming for a goal, They cant even recognize there own, Gotta come around and try taking, What I've planted to grow, I just keep on the move to make it home, Keep going on, keep moving strong, Ain't worried about nothing at all. Each step I've taken to this day, Its all been mutually plan my way, Never let the route get distorted, Got that 20 20 vision, Good luck giving that a go, Better off visiting your ophthalmologist, Cause I'll just tell you adiós, Heads up to the ones building there own, Scratch the rest off the list, Right out my soul, Ain't never done anyone wrong, Probably why your ahead and I'm too slow, Probably while you get left, And I still bring it home. Always been me to keep everything real, Always be straight with it and unique, Watch me do it better any day of the week, Love putting actions into what I'm all about. Escape me now run for your life, While I'm around I'll stomp you on the ground. People talking about what they got, Others talking about what they bought, Just as a warning, I don't care about any of that. Ambition running thru my veins, You wish you could be this good, My heart is soft but my mind is not, If your thinking you can walk over it, Better turn around or I'll break you on the spot, Now I'm sounding cold hearted, But I told you my heart is much more. Ain't got the time this I know, Looking forward to catch the sun, Staying away from all these ghosts, That are trying to creep me off this track, I don't even see them anymore. All I see is me, A family man I plan on being, Along with the success of the business, That I've been putting on each day of the week, You won't ever stop me, Momma raised me to not give up, Drain me of my blood, I'll find a way to keep moving on, Drain me of my thoughts, I'll give you a piece of my mind, Drain me of my love, I'll always love more. Finally figured it all out, Never needed y'all Just needed to understand who I am, That's most important than all.

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Feb 12, 2018

Feb 12, 2018 at 4:12 PM UTC

ricardo-1

No Barriers

I'm just as simple as I can see myself being, People complicating my intuition, Disregarding my suggestions, Like I ain't nothing to consider, But I know they looking back now, Making sure I don't move up to the front row, I ain't even worried though, Got a focused plan I been working on, Oh don't tell me, don't tell me, Don't tell me! You didn't know, I'm the one changing on the low, Of course there coming after me, I'm the one aiming for a goal, They cant even recognize there own, Gotta come around and try taking, What I've planted to grow, I just keep on the move to make it home, Keep going on, keep moving strong, Ain't worried about nothing at all. Each step I've taken to this day, Its all been mutually plan my way, Never let the route get distorted, Got that 20 20 vision, Good luck giving that a go, Better off visiting your ophthalmologist, Cause I'll just tell you adiós, Heads up to the ones building there own, Scratch the rest off the list, Right out my soul, Ain't never done anyone wrong, Probably why your ahead and I'm too slow, Probably while you get left, And I still bring it home. Always been me to keep everything real, Always be straight with it and unique, Watch me do it better any day of the week, Love putting actions into what I'm all about. Escape me now run for your life, While I'm around I'll stomp you on the ground. People talking about what they got, Others talking about what they bought, Just as a warning, I don't care about any of that. Ambition running thru my veins, You wish you could be this good, My heart is soft but my mind is not, If your thinking you can walk over it, Better turn around or I'll break you on the spot, Now I'm sounding cold hearted, But I told you my heart is much more. Ain't got the time this I know, Looking forward to catch the sun, Staying away from all these ghosts, That are trying to creep me off this track, I don't even see them anymore. All I see is me, A family man I plan on being, Along with the success of the business, That I've been putting on each day of the week, You won't ever stop me, Momma raised me to not give up, Drain me of my blood, I'll find a way to keep moving on, Drain me of my thoughts, I'll give you a piece of my mind, Drain me of my love, I'll always love more. Finally figured it all out, Never needed y'all Just needed to understand who I am, That's most important than all.

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Orderly rows of padded chairs among Funeral home décor, fluorescent lights HGTV eternally on TV A really big and wide hi-def TV On which attractive thirty-somethings yip As they enter rooms: “OMYGOD! OMYGOD!” What would they say if they encountered God – OMYATTRACTIVELYFURNISHEDROOM! OMYATTRACTIVELYFURNISHEDROOM! And how many people with eye problems Drive themselves to the ophthalmologist? And did I spell “ophthalmologist” right?

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Oct 19, 2018

Oct 19, 2018 at 2:52 PM UTC

lawrence-hall

Existential Depair in the Opht...Opt...Eye Doctor's Waiting Room

Orderly rows of padded chairs among Funeral home décor, fluorescent lights HGTV eternally on TV A really big and wide hi-def TV On which attractive thirty-somethings yip As they enter rooms: “OMYGOD! OMYGOD!” What would they say if they encountered God – OMYATTRACTIVELYFURNISHEDROOM! OMYATTRACTIVELYFURNISHEDROOM! And how many people with eye problems Drive themselves to the ophthalmologist? And did I spell “ophthalmologist” right?

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