Randy Grandpa's

 

It's the new year and I have two new poems having something to do with S-E X. 
Luckily, it has to do with our patients and of course, nothing about me.

Randy Grandpa's
They exist,
But the ones who bragged at the hospital
Were boorish and probably not kissed,
After a procedure
They would ask about sex,
I might reply, you can do it with yourself
Without any protects.

Taboo Subject

 

Here is something I never wrote about in all of the years. A topic that was gossiped about because somebody is doing it somewhere and that's just how it is. The "what everybody knows" taboo subject.

If in someway you-the-reader are offended by my selection of pronouns.........just do a switcheroo in your brain.

Opposite the hospital
There is a Catholic church,
He is keeping an eye on you
Yes, Jesus on his perch,
He knows what you are doing
He knows when you’re afraid,
And the smile on Doctor’s face?
Suggests he just got his bed made.

Check the Residents sleep room
Look for contraband,
If you find some throw away wrappers
Then you’ll understand,
That after flirting for the past eight weeks 
With that hottie over on tower-7;
I bet Jesus over at the Catholic church
Is thinking, “Now you’ve had a glimpse of heaven”.

Stealthy Healer

 
I have written about things like this over the years, but not a lot. When unexplainable (not yet well understood in our science) things happen (and they do), we Nurses don't talk about it much. I have seen people clinically designated as dead, absolutely flatline, named dead by an Emergency Room Doctor, without having CPR, allowed to die as a DNR...........come back to life at least 20 minutes later. Yes; I was there and at that time, I was a Respiratory Therapist in 1982 in an ICU (there we at least four other witnesses) I have seen folks talk to their ancestors and I have felt souls leave the room. Some of you have also witnessed these things. Our mainstream science is still in its infancy; time will come (many, many years forward) and there will be answers to these oddities, that will no longer be couched in explanations regarding Psychiatry. 

And now, let's talk about healing. After all, healing is the role that millions of persons have been drawn to perform in a variety of settings. Most of that business has been lodged in our cultural memory and experience. Modern medicine is just that; relatively new and measurable. As of yet, although it looks really technical and eye-catching, modern medicine ignores much of what has already been deeply studied for millenia.

Nurses are Healers and some of them have extra training or innate genetic healing memory. Can I prove that? No; but you can not disprove it, either. 

Perhaps the healer is aware

They have so much power,

They realize

They can only expend a 

Little bit per hour,

Such that others won't notice

During the moments of observation,

If Joe Bob jumps out of bed

Good Lord! Consternation!

He might say

"Well, all I remember is a blinding light,

When this guy who says he's a Nurse

Held my hand super tight,

And that's all I remember

Until I awoke in this bed,

Won't somebody tell me what's going on

Damn, I thought I was dead!"

Healer Nurses

Well, that’s what we do,

Although I might be trained

I’m no better than you.

Your Grandma may have been a Shaman

It’s a bloodline, maternal,

Just keep it on the lowdown

Perhaps record it in a journal.

I studied Reiki, Acupressure

Tuina massage and Wuji Gong,

Quite a few other things

Plus a Nursing degree as a follow along,

And when I applied techniques of healing

They were a mishmash of all of the above,

After all, how does one heal?

It is always about Love.