Hospitals, nurses, doctors too,
They wake you, they jab you, they give you their bill.
You want to get better - you want to go home;
They want to cure you, and leave you alone.
Tired, aching - you want to get well,
The source of your illness, they want to expell.
They’ll wake you up in the middle of the night;
“Do you have a temperature? Does you chest feel tight?”
“Would some Panadol help? Would you like a cup of tea?”
“Would you like a pan? Do you need to wee?”
At midnight, there’s not a sound
“I want to go home,” you want to shout.
But you’re still too sick, you can’t leave yet,
So you bite your tongue, and keep it to yourself.
Six-thirty a.m. – there’s a clatter and a bang;
It’s time to start the day again.
Blood pressure time, and temperature too
What an ungodly hour to do these things to you.
Soon you’ll be well and go home again –
You’ll remember those days you were riddled with pain.
When you look back and ponder, I’m sure you’ll agree,
Home is really a great place to be.
©Cheryl Wright - September 2002
This poem was written during a recent hospital stay
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|Reviewed by Barbara Henry
You certainly captured 'the hospital scene' in this delightful poem.
I enjoyed reading it.
|Reviewed by Lois Christensen
|Last time I was in hospital for gall bladder surgery a nurse woke me too early. I told her to come back later for my bath, I was not a morning person, and she said Glad you told me I'll come back later and she did. I am paying for treatment and am going to get my way too.|
|Reviewed by Barbara Terry
|I definitely agree, Cheryl, "Home is really a great place to be." I was recently at Box Hill in the coronary unit a week ago. I had to leave because I coouldn't pay beyond 2 days. They told me to make sure that when I get back to the states, that I see my electrophysiolgist as soon as possible. The reson I couldn't pay the bill at Box Hill, was because my visa isn't permanent yet.
But I agree, that the middle of the night is a very ungodly hour to be doing poking, jabbing, squeezing your arm til it feels like it is going to break (bp), and thrusting a glass tube in your mouth to see if you have a temperature.
This poem was written in a very light manner, but I can understand the frustration behind wanting to go home. Thank you for sharing, Cheryl.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister, Barbie
|Reviewed by Jeanette Cooper
|Your poem is the voice for numerous folk who have complained about the very same thing. Hospitals are great when you need them--even being woken up every two hours during the night--but there is nothing like home sweet home for a good night's sleep.|
|Reviewed by Arthur Tugman
|Cheryl, I thoroughlly enjoyed your poetry.|
|Reviewed by Phyllis Jean Green
|Why do they DO that??? The ONE place you'd think you'd get some
REST is the LAST. . .grrrrrrrrr. This is great, Cheryl. Hit
it right on the head!! ~~'Pea' <3
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|You capture and share the ambiance well, Cheryl. Thank you. Love and peace to you.
|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Reviewed by Hooves Of Fire
|This makes me shiver with remembering the bad place at the vet's. They try and kill me with remedies and I will never go there again. Home is the best place - you are so right.
Very well written poem.
|Reviewed by Sandie Angel
|I can never get rest in the hospital. There's just too much noise and too many things happening at the same time. You write is very realistic. Thank you for sharing!
May Lu a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
|Reviewed by Denise Nowakowski
|Cheryl, your poem is so true. It reminds me of my days in hospital. Why not try my site at AuthorsDen.|
|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
|This really was good and it made total sense... Peggy|