Once upon a consult dreary
While I stood there tired and weary
Staring at my patient's door
"Will you feel safe?" I begged, not implored
Quoth my patient "Nevermore!"
Deep into that answer peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dispos no mortal ever dared to dream before;
But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, “Are you sure?”
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, “Nevermore!”—
Merely this and nothing more
Back into the fellows room turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a paging somewhat louder than before.
“Surely,” said I, “surely that is a test page at my purse's floor;
Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore—
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;—
’Tis the anxious team! Bah! What a bore!"
Open here I dialed their number, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
Answered a stately intern of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, asked the question of my patience once more
"When does he leave?" And nothing more
Beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, To oppose the grave and stern decorum of the countenance he wore,
“Though thy hopes be strong and spoken, thou,” I said, “art sure no maven,
Ghastly grim and full are the psychiatric havens. I shall place his name in the list's waiting, only this and nothing more!"
"Fine!" Bellowed the intern which shook my core. I called case management and there is nothing more.
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Jani, S. The Consult. Acad Psychiatry 40, 967 (2016). https://doi.org/10.1007/s40596-016-0545-8
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