A couple of weeks ago, Brother Coot, had an aborted MI, with a life-saving stent to his RCA and one jolt of electricity to remind him of the good things in life. Here's the latest follow-up.

Concerns

The old coot has done well
Though I'm not surprised,
Between his colleagues and family
He was certainly well advised,
And the Attorney, that he is
One could easily assume,
He could gather enough information
To fill up a room.

Now these days, your doctor
Just isn't the one to ask,
Their business today
Is like an overfilled flask,
Spilling with patients
Like wine at the brim,
There's no time for answering questions
It's just a diagnosis skim.

Gone are the days
When our doctors sat down,
To truly listen to our concerns
Without a hurried frown,
Rather, we must rely on
The Internet and friends,
To get reliable information
Before our life ends.

Like I said, the old coot
Is doing quite well,
But I'm 2000 miles distant
So, what can I tell?

Fibril_late;
4/4/09