From Obstetrics to Community Service.
I'm finally done with Obs-Gynae
That's delivering babies,large or tiny.
The deliveries I kept for last
Coz this posting wasn't my idea of a blast.
Now like a bird,I thought I was free
And that finally I'd be in Surgery.
But now I am in straits so dire,
Its out of the frying pan into the fire.
For Community Medicine is the short straw I drew
I went very reluctantly,that is true.
Now,dear Lord,did I commit some heinous sin
Or have You decided to just do me in?
For there is no sick leave in this year of indenture
Even if sinusitis and epistaxis afflict the medical gofer.
I plod on on this rough road with its end far out of sight
Hoping at the end of the tunnel to see the light.
For someday,I shall overcome
And internship,it will be done.
And then move on to greener pastures,you see
Read that as an MD/MS degree.
And then my grumbling,it will increase thousand fold,
For a houseman has to put her life on hold.
A life permanently on call,'tis but an existence
But for us,it is our present ambition
Well,those bridges I'll cross when to them I come
For now,I shall grouse about the postings I've done.
For Gray's Anatomy and Scrubs,they but glamourise our pain
For we are only plankton in the medical food chain.
Liff As I Know It!