This is an epic poem regarding the chaos of confusion that sometimes overwhelms patient's in the hospital in the midst of their illness. Nurses are the safety net and in the midst of providing that critical protection, they often brainstorm with their companions to come up with a safe solution, that will hopefully defuse the moment of delirium.
Agents of Chaos
The unforeseen consequences
Of unraveling spirals,
I am telling you it's more than
Bacterial virals,
When your patient gets up
And whirls like a dervish,
It's crazy, whacked out
And makes me totally nervish.
Kate was with me that morning
And so was Ms. B,
When way over yonder
In room 893,
Mr. Whatzit got up
Spun in circles and cables,
Wound up like a top
In old Aesop's Fables.
He killed six with one blow
He fired mortars over the wall,
And our biggest concern
Was that he would fall,
Because his left-arm was missing
And his right-brain was bonkers,
And I'd heard some big lawyer
Was driving up from New Yonkers.
The worst of our fears
Like whirling twisters,
Bosses from the big house
Were developing blisters,
From the tickets they'd written
Regarding the fouls of this case,
What a collective embarrassment
On the corporate face.
Our careers were on the line
Our licenses in peril,
This whirling dervish
Had us over a barrel,
And collectively we three
Had a hundred years of knowing,
Cyclonic phenomenon
Like an ill wind were blowing.
We gathered our thoughts
And pondered each option,
We knew if we failed
We'd be up for adoption,
Three orphans of nursing
Tossed out with the trash,
When suddenly, Kate
Had a powerful flash,
Of woman's intuition and
Her Feng Shui power,
She said, this agent of chaos
Needs a bath or a shower.
Ms. B gathered towels
While I warmed the water,
We all prayed to Gaea
And Chaos, her daughter,
To reveal to us the means
To find peace amidst fury,
Then we soaped up our washcloths
And bathed in a hurry.
The spirals unraveled
The twisters tore down,
The cyclones collapsed
Into fairytale town,
While the bystanders cheered
And authorities arrived,
Ms. B, Kate and I
Well, we just high-fived!
Heroes of Nursing
They called us that day,
Be we all knew better
With a smirk, as if to say,
Our backs will be stabbed
Before the sun goes down,
Because heroes are orphans
In fairytale town.
The unforeseen consequences
Of unraveling spirals,
I am telling you it's more than
Bacterial virals,
When your patient gets up
And whirls like a dervish,
It's crazy, whacked out
And makes me totally nervish.
Kate was with me that morning
And so was Ms. B,
When way over yonder
In room 893,
Mr. Whatzit got up
Spun in circles and cables,
Wound up like a top
In old Aesop's Fables.
He killed six with one blow
He fired mortars over the wall,
And our biggest concern
Was that he would fall,
Because his left-arm was missing
And his right-brain was bonkers,
And I'd heard some big lawyer
Was driving up from New Yonkers.
The worst of our fears
Like whirling twisters,
Bosses from the big house
Were developing blisters,
From the tickets they'd written
Regarding the fouls of this case,
What a collective embarrassment
On the corporate face.
Our careers were on the line
Our licenses in peril,
This whirling dervish
Had us over a barrel,
And collectively we three
Had a hundred years of knowing,
Cyclonic phenomenon
Like an ill wind were blowing.
We gathered our thoughts
And pondered each option,
We knew if we failed
We'd be up for adoption,
Three orphans of nursing
Tossed out with the trash,
When suddenly, Kate
Had a powerful flash,
Of woman's intuition and
Her Feng Shui power,
She said, this agent of chaos
Needs a bath or a shower.
Ms. B gathered towels
While I warmed the water,
We all prayed to Gaea
And Chaos, her daughter,
To reveal to us the means
To find peace amidst fury,
Then we soaped up our washcloths
And bathed in a hurry.
The spirals unraveled
The twisters tore down,
The cyclones collapsed
Into fairytale town,
While the bystanders cheered
And authorities arrived,
Ms. B, Kate and I
Well, we just high-fived!
Heroes of Nursing
They called us that day,
Be we all knew better
With a smirk, as if to say,
Our backs will be stabbed
Before the sun goes down,
Because heroes are orphans
In fairytale town.
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