Med student on the mic!
Let’s rock this DDx
Bugs bugs, baby
Bugs bugs, baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
I’m back, y’all MD’s be tripping
Time to put this fever in remission
Like a boss
Not quite, like a scientist-physician
As for our patient, ailing and sickly
Strangely febrile, how odd and tricky
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don’t know
Really depends on the diagnostic micro
To the extreme a granulomatous fortress
Good thing I’m here to prevent rigor mortis
And viruses, too
Best not forget the autoimmune
Any recent trips?
New rashes? Any ticks?
No, don’t think so
Guess we’ll have to check her SNPs
When it comes to exomes
Yo, I’m blessed
Never too late for genes to manifest
I’m thinking Sweet syndrome, baby
Zellweger syndrome, baby
Now that we’re thinking wet lab
My blot coming out like it’s wrapped in gift wrap
99 blots, beta-actin staining fine
P-value dropping, always less than .05
We losing sight of the game
Gotta solve this fever and take center stage
And now I’ll kindly go a cappella
To better scrutinize the specific sequela,
I got a couple questions I’d like to ask ya
You got a cat at home?
You heard of Bartonella?
Have you been exposed to a sheep’s placenta?
Never know, fam, it could always be Brucella
Got the diagnosis, baby
Take heed, cause my lyrics be infectious
Prose intertwined like the brachial plexus
Temp’s running up, there’s a micro menace
I eat bugs like these for proverbial breakfast
Rhymes so wild they’ll leave ya with rabies
But at least it’s not a yeast infection
Am I right ladies?
Word to my intern
I’ll leave the rest to my team
They’ll take care of the plan
If you know what I mean
Drop the mic
Let’s get out of here