four years more of school.
Three years in residency,
Proves you’re no fool.
During rotations, what did you find?
Babies and brains, hearts and eyes …
Lungs and livers,
Infectious diseases? My, oh my!
When it came time
to pick just one,
You scoffed at the thought
of ruining your fun.
Specialize in medicine?
How boring you say.
Staring at moles,
day after day?
Listening to a pair of lungs
pushing air in and out,
A miracle for sure,
but tedious no doubt.
You ran through the list
of options to choose,
Gastro, gyno-, neuro-,
each you refused.
Hemorrhoids and placenta,
may give others questionable glee.
Just fine for some,
but not your cup of tea.
Some cut and slice.
Some draw blood,
and never think twice.
While others like you,
choose to keep it open.
Seeing patients with sniffles,
and those that are broken.
You’re the first to hear of their fevers and aches,
their runny noses and swollen tonsils,
And red, itchy skin,
that’s begging for a consult.
Others may think,
Why not pick a field?
But I see you dear PCPs,
and the many you have healed.
Today you’ll be sneezed on,
and children will cough in your faces.
Adults will bend over to point out
unusual bumps in all the wrong places.
As far as battles go,
you’re on the front line.
Treating the masses,
is where you truly shine.
So take your specialties,
and do them well.
Our beloved generalists are busy,
from the wait times, you can tell.
By Krysta Chapman
