There once was a doctor named Timothy Flood,
A remarkable sample of medical crud!
First time I saw him he turned me away,
Saying I was a lawyer who’d sue him someday!
I thought it a weird sense of humor at work,
But I sadly earned better — was I ever the jerk!
When I asked why I needed these shots in my eye, ,
“Because you’re on Prolia” was his reply!*
I thought he knew what he was talking about,
He turned out to be just an ignorant lout!
But I still didn’t get then that he was a fool—
So I skipped a Prolia shot - the outcome was cruel!
Just several weeks passed and some vertebrae cracked.
The pain was the worst I’d ever had in my back!
And now every step is with plenty of pain,
Even though I am back on Prolia again!
By the way —- did I think of a malpractice suit?
I thought many hours and called classmates to boot.
Bottom line it would not get what I wanted the most:
That his horrid career would burn up like toast!
I’m sure that though careless and dumb he may be,
He must have the best insurance there be.
And I’d not get the outcome I’d most want to see,
That he’d live out his life in pain just like me!
How can a patient trust a doctor so dumb?
This one had a skull empty as a drum.
Like a drum it could make a lot of loud noise,
But his noise made no sense — it only annoys.
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