I’d love to create a new set every year, our glossy portraits on one side, caduceus in the corner, honors, cure rates, and publications on the back...
I’d love to create a new set every year,
our glossy portraits on one side,
caduceus in the corner, honors,
cure rates, and publications on the back.
I would wrap the ten-packs in wax paper
and add old-timer bonus cards
of Freud, Bleuler, Kraepelin and Jung,
plus a flat pink square of bubble gum.
Of course, our work isn’t a game,
and my women patients hate sports
metaphors, but psychiatrist cards
might give us perspective: medical
boards track lawsuits and suicides,
not our grand slams, and lawyers
hold us hostage to perfection,
though baseball stats show only
twenty two perfect games pitched
since 1900. And if a player hits
just four times out of ten,
that forty percent success guarantees
a statue in the Hall of Fame.
So take heart, dear colleague, misses
and swings are part of The Show.
Grab your bat and glove, tap your cleats,
assume your favorite stance.
Fans in the waiting room are cheering,
the team photographer stands ready,
and the umpire dusting your diplomas
barks “Play Ball!”