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Walk into clinic my mind’s a blur,
Lost points I do not wish to incur.

Into the gloves go my fingers and thumbs,
Time to take care of teeth and gums.

Arrange my cubicle clean as can be,
Not a speck of dust can anyone see.

Waiting for my patient my minds a haze,
Slowly drifting into a daydream daze.

I’ll be known as the fastest clinician around,
No one more efficient to be found.

All of a sudden reality hits,
In my chair nobody sits.

The professor then looks my way,
She then says: “Perhaps another day”.

I cry an wonder “why me”?
As the professor notes a PNP.

– Janet Miller