Hide Your Prescription Pads
Quite an unexpected call
Came to my office at noon;
“Sir, could I make a visit?
And I’d like it to be soon!”
This had to be a big deal;
School principals seldom call.
Felt as though I’d just hung up,
When commotion hit the hall!
Mr. Jones was not alone;
A mother was by his side.
They were not a happy team,
Unlike the groom and the bride!
Marching into my office,
Principal shoved me a note—
From my own prescription pad,
With scribbling I never wrote!
Mr. Jones saw my flushed face;
The mother looked at the floor.
She knew she’d been discovered—
(Her “brass” you will just adore!)
Bobby had missed some school days,
Each absence covered by note,
Stating the reason, you bet—
“Sick boy, stay home.” McEachin wrote!
The school had not raised eyebrows—
Rx note, doctor’s scratching.
All did seem pretty “legit”,
But today was “eye-catching”!!
I glanced at this newest note,
Saw quickly what rocked the boat;
“Please excuse Bobby’s absence,
Yesterday he had STRAP THROAT”!!!
“I’m guilty with good intent,”
Mom pleading, got the last chime.
"Doc, I was trying to help,
And save your valuable time!
***** A lesson I thought I had learned: You can’t be too careful where you deposit or safe-keep your Rx pads!
—John D. McEachin, MD
Meridian