My patient’s chart is digital:
Efficient, fast, and clean.
It lives in twelve convenient spots
No one has ever seen.
The labs are filed in System X,
The meds in Number Four;
The allergies are somewhere else,
I’ll search a little more.
I click with calm professionalism,
As trained to do with care,
And find my note from yesterday
Is not exactly there.
They promised this would save us time
And lighten what we do;
It does, once patients age a bit
Awaiting case-review.
The record’s fully paperless,
A triumph, tried and true.
It only needs one final thing:
A memory or two.