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Miscellaneous thoughts and ramblings
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Stages of the Physician
Torontopearl just sent me a very thoughtful gift, a copy of The Placebo Chronicles: Strange but True Tales From the Doctors' Lounge. I quote below (without permission from the author) from page 5.
Stages of the Physician

I want to help people.
I want to make it through this hell.
I want to make it through this hell without killing someone.
I may have killed someone.
I want someone to help me.

I want to make money.
I want to spend money.
I want to save money.
Where the hell is my money?
I need to make money.

I don’t know anything.
There is too much to know.
I will never know all of this.
I don’t need to know all of this.
I only need to know a little.
I don’t care if I know anything.

I want to be needed.
I love my white jacket.
I love the power of the pager.
I hate this f*cking pager.
I don’t want to wear a stupid jacket.
I want to be left alone.

This patient has some interesting problems.
This patient has some real disease.
This patient needs to be hugged and loved.
This patient has a lot of nothing.
This patient has Sh*tty Life Syndrome.
This patient needs to leave; I need to be hugged and loved.
Thanks, Torontopearl.
That's hilarious! (and all too accurate, from what I see).
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