I retired two years ago and still I have the dreams.
Flashbacks of bleeding
No, never my own,
Billy Bob and Esther
Patient's I have known,
Was it ever my fault?
Yes, a couple of times,
Caught my foot on an Art-line
Was one of the crimes.
ICU is a tangled place of
Wires, tubings and clutter,
Careful maneuvering advised
But what if your patient is a nutter?
Delirium in progress
Thrashing and flailing,
I was kicked in the head once
And I went sailing.
Nightmares of bleeding
Have followed me into retirement,
This burden in my dreams
Must be some kind of requirement.
