Not sure if this is any good but as I was hating my doctors it occurred to me how much I need them. A typical love-hate relationship.
A Poem
In the sterile halls where healing light does glow,
Lies a dance of love and hate, where souls bestow
Their trust upon the learned hands that dare
To diagnose, to treat, to show they care.
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Diagnosis, a puzzle of cells and signs,
Where swift assumptions mask the subtle lines.
Limited moments, fleeting seconds slip away,
Misdiagnoses lurk in the rush of day.
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Oh, doctors, custodians of knowledge vast,
Your gaze upon us, a die that's cast.
Yet in your stride, let humility lead the way,
For Pernicious Anemia may silently sway.
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We seek your counsel, yet with cautious mind,
For errors lurk where human frailties bind.
A second glance, a different point of view,
Could unveil truths obscured from patient's view.
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Amidst the maze of charts and tests arrayed,
We yearn for focus on our unique shade.
To know you see beyond the textbook lines,
To feel your empathy in all designs.
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For you, dear doctors, are our guiding star,
Navigating health's tempestuous bar.
If only time and ego would concede,
To hear our whispers, and our pleas take heed.
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In this love-hate embrace, we must unfold,
A partnership where trust and truth take hold.
For in your hands, our lives become your art,
A dance of healing, where love finds its part.
Rexz
Pernicious Anemia Information 
David Cassidy, alcoholism or pernicious anemia?
Long term symptoms of Pernicious anemia.
Pernicious anemia and tachycardia 
