The Family Doctors
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Smoky Hoss
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Family and friends of family
sit in the post-op waiting room,
trying to talk over each other
with words of boundless wisdom,
discussing the logical surgical
outcome, as if they themselves
were members of the medical field.
When the surgeon arrives in scrubs
to present them with the good news
of wonderful success
he keeps it fittingly brief
in accommodation to his next hurried mission
(so many patients, so little time) ,
he explains the procedure with resulting outcome
in the simplest of terms.
They, needing much more (as we all do) ,
respond with mispronounced, long, scientific lingo
they have heard so eloquently spoken
on daytime soap operas.
The physician responds likewise,
with one difference to bear,
he knows what he is saying.
When he gives them the required quick-smile
he sails out of the room like a ghost
leaving them with the most important
of all human emotions:
assurance,
life is in control.
Empowered properly as such
they quickly grab the 'greatest'
of mankind's technology,
the Smart-phone.
They call other less informed than they
family and friends of family,
those less fortunate for not being present in this
blessed moment, to grace them with
the relief they alone can give:
'All is well.'
For these truly are
The Family Doctors.
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