Angry Doctor

Monday, October 03, 2005

Night shift in the A&E

I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy
I've been living on coffee and nicotine
I've been wondering if all the things I've seen
Were ever real, were ever really happening

Everyday is a winding road
I get a little bit closer
Everyday is a faded sign
I get a little bit closer to feeling fine

- Every day is a winding road


  • I like your line of thoughts, the poetry. Very heart-felt. Very human. Quite often, people don't realise that doctors are humans too, with feelings, bad days, aspirations, internal turmoil. I'm wondering... if doctors are taking care of patients, who's taking care of the doctors...

    By Blogger ckyh, At October 03, 2005 3:36 pm  

  • I didn't write that, of course...

    By Blogger angry doc, At October 03, 2005 5:15 pm  

  • Well, even if you didn't write the poetry, it's fine. Your choice of poetry still sustains my earlier comment :)

    By Blogger ckyh, At October 03, 2005 5:35 pm  

  • Knew of a resident ED MO who smoked alot, lanky guy who didnt talked much.

    Funny this poem , reminded me of him...

    One fine day found dead, apparently intravenoused something deadly to himself I heard.....

    By Anonymous Anonymous, At October 04, 2005 12:23 am  

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