A close friend was in the hospital, suffering from too many specialists. Here is her story.

They Were Specialists

Imagine, if you will
Her dilemma, in this dominion,
There were 14 assorted doctors
All with a different opinion,
Supposedly, they were specialists
But she had a rare disease,
They said, "Come on Honey, we know what's best
Sign the paper; let us do what we please.

Surely, you jest, Dr. Dudes
I'd laugh, but first let me cry
Yesterday you told me a different tale
About a transplant, and how soon I might die,
Today you are saying, I just need a valve
And tomorrow, I wonder what's next,
I think I'll go home, while you make up your minds
Don't bother to call, send a text.

Discharge me, they did, in such record time
The Ward-Clerk, was given a plaque,
When I landed at home, dear Sam and Elizabeth
Plucked all of the knives from my back,
Some doctor will call, in the next day or two
To tell me, the latest great plan,
In the meantime I think I'll just knock back a shot
And hideout with my best canine-clan.

Well, that was a story, with bad sound and fury
Oh Shakespeare, a tragedy for sure,
17 specialists can't make up their minds
Though they claim, they just found the right cure,
In the meantime, convalescing in the comfort of home
Her condition, still advances with time,
Reluctant she waits, for Dr. Dude's invitation
To return to the scene of the crime.

Fibril_late;
4/4/09