Wake up a 5:00 am,
Cannot afford to be late.
It’s my first day of preclinical shadowing,
I want my first impression to be great.
I’ve read up extensively on the surgeries,
I have mastered all the anatomic basics.
The only thing I have no idea about,
is where the hell the proper room is.
I know where the hospital is,
I know just where to park.
I nervously walk up to the building,
and stand lost in the dark.
I check my phone for the fifth time,
“Building 4, Room 237”.
I ask the officer at the front desk,
“I’m sorry sir, but you’re now in building eleven.”
I thank him for the help,
though he really provided none.
I then walk back outside, pull out my phone,
the map on Google’s useless, it’s from 1971.
I dash around the next building,
“Building four,” no more distraught!
I approach the door and shake it vigorously,
but alas, a keycard I have not.
I wait just outside the door,
pretending to look occupied.
Hoping and praying a group comes by,
to sneak in with the team alongside.
The team finally comes,
distracted by the chaos of last night’s news.
They visually scan my ID card,
and let me in as the team members diffuse.
I search for “Room 237”,
I’m told it’s on the second floor.
I begin my search for the elevator,
only to be lost even more.
I finally bump into a doctor,
his tie sharp, his coat white and long.
His ID mentions something about “Plastics”,
following him, I cannot go wrong.
I pretend to answer a text,
until he’s a few steps ahead.
We take a left, and then a right,
and then up the stairs he led.
At last, I finally see it,
Oh my, oh glory! There it lies!
“Room 237”, “Office of Dr S”,
I knock, enter, but couldn’t believe my eyes.
No one’s there, not even his coat,
more defeated I could not be.
In a panic I rush over to the surgery board,
And, of course, his surgery’s already started in OR 3.
I leave my bag in his office,
and rush over to the operating room.
A nurse quickly stops me, confused and concerned,
“you need some help with scrubs, I assume.”
I quickly glance down and realize,
I’m in my shirt and jeans.
Together we head on down the hall,
over to the hidden scrub machines.
I mistakenly choose a pair of larges,
And rush to the bathroom to change.
I dart to the proper OR and quickly head in,
but it couldn’t have been more strange.
Everyone was staring curiously at me,
I could swear the patient was too.
I quickly and clumsily introduce myself,
and the surgeon nods kindly as if he knew.
I explain in brief the entire situation,
he chuckles and provides a hidden grin.
“Welcome to the OR, glad to have you,
now go get scrubbed in.”