In this month's edition of Scope, the magazine for the Institute of Physics and Engineering in Medicine, there is a historical article about the man who founded the society that preceded the IPEM. After his death his family found the following poem in his papers. Remember, he was a doctor himself!
Doctors and Doctors
One little doctor, looks you thro' and thro',
Can't diagnose your case, and then there are two.
two little doctors, failing to agree,
Call a consultation. Then there are three.
Three little doctors, poke you o'er and o'er,
Send for a specialist. Then there are four.
Four little doctors, wonder you're alive,
Order in the x-ray man, then there are five.
Five little doctors, trying funny tricks,
Another brings the stomach pump - and then there are six.
Six little doctors, preparing you for heaven,
In comes a DD, then there are seven.
Seven little doctors, decide to operate -
Call in a surgeon, then there are eight.
Eight little doctors, think it is your spine,
Send for a neurologist, then there are nine.
Nine little doctors, all of them are men,
Send for a lady doctor - then there are ten.
Ten little doctors, standing by your bed,
Come to a decision, find that you are dead.