So I’m sitting here bored as heck, I start going through a pile of papers sitting on my desk. Among them were release papers and follow up instructions from our local children’s hospital. What happened was, we had to take our youngest child to the ER for high fever, sore throat, horrible cough and really bad headaches. I don’t know about any of you, but I’m such a germ-o-phob and I can’t stand hospitals. Anyway, like most ER’s sometimes the wait is ridiculous, as was the case in this instance. It got so bad I literally wrote a poem about it and I’d like to share it with you. I hope you enjoy.
Titled: Emergency Room
The all too familiar emergency room, a place where the air is filled with doom. We have been here many times before, in a panic and stressed as we rush out the door. From asthma and fevers to stitches and pain, on hot summer days and even in the rain. An emergency room does not discriminate, but once inside be prepared for the wait. Hours go by as the room fills with patients, all the while I seem to be running out of patience. Your child crying in agony as staff decides who is the worst, while kids are hacking and vomiting or having an appendix burst. Yet here we still wait in this emergency room, hoping a janitor will come by with a mop and a broom. These places are dirty and filthy with germs on the rise, it’s important to remember to sanitize. When they finally call you back to see the doc, it’s another long wait as you stare at the clock. Finally the doctor comes in with clip board in hand, speaking in “physician” as we try to understand. Then come the x-rays and tests among other things, nurses in and out applying casts and slings. Babies in the other room screaming their heads off, others being treated for rash or a really bad cough. IV’s going in and blood being drawn, before you know it the nurse is gone. Once again you must sit and wait, results will be in as you anticipate. So it looks like a virus or some kind of infection, then they prescribe you with rest and medication. Still no straight answer just an “educated guess”, angry and frustrated none the less. The later it gets the more rude the staff, amongst each other they talk and laugh. Hello? Can you just get our release papers so we can go home?, We’ve been here so long I wrote this poem.