Patient Patience
I will lie right here whilst you tickle my toes,
Prod me with instruments and shove things up my nose,
Wash me all over with cleanser, water and soap,
For me to object there is not a chance or a hope.
You can even have a go at turning me over and around,
Or changing my clothes in my own empty silent surround,
Putting up drips and bags, checking that all is well,
No matter what you do, for the moment I will not tell.
I know you understand that I am very much aware,
I can feel the warmth radiating from every smile or glare,
Everything you give and everything you do or say,
I shall always remember from now until the end of my day.
So when I recover and am walking through a crowd,
And feel or am touched without any sound,
It's the memories you all instilled in your own personal style,
So I am letting you know that whatever you do, it is all worthwhile.
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
This was written when I was in intensive care very ill a few years ago and when I awoke after a number of weeks I observed the care and duty that all the ITU nurses gave to each patient. I also remember hearing things they said when I was unconcious. This inspired me to write this poem. I hope you enjoy it.
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"APC The Nurse Who Loved Me"
I'm taking her home with me
... all dressed in white
She's got everything I need
...pharmacy keys
She's falling hard for me
...I can see it in her eyes
But she acts just like a nurse
… with all the other guys