Mens Sana Monogr. 2013 Jan-Dec; 11(1): 285–286. doi: 10.4103/0973-1229.109348
PMCID:PMC3653228
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Revised 23, 24, 25 Nov 2012.
Accepted 10 Dec 2012.
Further revised 13 Dec 2012.
Final acceptance 13 Dec 2012.
Ward round ends suddenly, gauntlet beckons
“I want all scans by 4:30 PM!”
Maybe time for a brief caffeine stoppage
Gravitationally challenged I resist
Frantic writings morphing into scribble
Requests entered into whirring machine
Was it or was it not an MRI?
Mrs Malcolm has a metal implant!
It must be the swirling X-ray
Like a CT machine my head spins fast
Mustn’t forget magic words please, and smile
Half-a-dozen requests, I hold my breath
The fuse to the radiation I hold
Surely they will scorn angrily at me
Faster I’m sucked towards singularity
Corridor lights flicker transiently
I knock, with trepidation I enter
Spewed photons blinding me, my eyes screaming
A silhouette materialises
Before the screen the oracle emerges
Spluttering words beseech desired scans
The head shakes with disdain and disbelief
“Gonna need a better indication!”
Pulverising my smile the glare persists
Relentlessly pulling, I feel entrapped
But trudge on nevertheless, a weak smile
Helping to erase the emerging frown
Ankeet Jethwa*
About the Author
Ankeet Jethwa is a surgical trainee in East Midlands, England. Following his training at Balliol College, University of Oxford, he completed the Academic Foundation rotation in Edinburgh. He has a keen interest in game‑changing innovation in healthcare and is conducting research into non‑invasive scarless surgery.