Doc Martin is averse not only to
The sight of blood, but making his face smile.
Not that his busy days are filled with rue,
It’s simply that good humor’s not his style.
He’s all about just doing what must be done:
So many patients with their maladies
Must be addressed, all business and no fun:
Complaints, disease and sundry injuries—
But much amusement, too, at least for us,
Who wryly watch how things can go awry,
Yet recognize they’re not so ominous
As seems to Doc and know the reason why:
We know the gods who rule his world are after
Not misery and grief, but healing laughter.