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Problem solving at 2:00 am in medicinal hell
Problem solving at 2:00 a.m. in medicinal hell
The alarm's on the bed so I won't fall.
Really I'm able to get to the bathroom.
The Dr. told me it's okay.
Says the nurse "it's not in your chart."
I think: "God, please get me out of here", but if I get
up, the bells with sound and an RN herd
will race down the hall scolding me all the way
like I was a little girl.
Had their ways, I'd be straight-jacketed,
(safe from harm, other than psychological),
and the nurses could take off their clogs
and stay at their station and chat.
I think I'll wet the bed and buzz someone
January 24, 2014
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