Wednesday, October 06, 2010
Nurses swarm through the ward
saving their stings for the feckless drones,
the ones with clipboards and pens,
quick to point and then make copious notes.
For us, trapped in beds and chairs,
carers have nothing but honey,
soft words to see us through the endless day.
Is it too much to expect
that the Minister of Health,
( or whatever fancy title
the new all joined-up government
sees fit to conjure up),
should understand that hospitals
run on compassion and selfless dedication,
whilst the counting of paper clips,
paper cups, beans and chips,
the correct alignment of a med chart
have as much relevance
as the Minister’s last fart?
Just spent week in Morriston Hospital having my lung drained of 5.825 litres of fluid, the presence of which might explain why I was having trouble breathing. There are too many people to thank for my care. Every stay in hospital leaves me wondering how the staff cope and keep smiling and keep going. Thanks too to all of you who kept my spirits up with your texts and visits. Back in harness now as you can see!