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Running to the ER to see the usual assortment of problems--
Back pain, headache, stroke--
My heart pounds and I get short of breath.
I sigh, I grunt, and often, I snarl.
Then this ward clerk dressed in white--
Whose mother I treat and whose name I forget--
Hugs me hard and looks me in the eye,
Smiling as I look away. Then-- high overhead--
Over bells and alarms--
I hear myself paged-- opened, unfurled--
Stunned at the sound of my name:
How it ends with "STAT"; for whom it intends.
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