What lives we live as nurses Our many days off with fat full purses. To do that though we must be brave. We must daily pull on trousers and slave To clean all the poop from head to toe From Betty to George and John to Joe.
It’s not easy what we do everyday. Not a break do we get if something’s astray. “More coffee! More pills! My mom needs a bath!” Its with each morning we trudge this winding warpath. With smiles on faces and great counterparts We bravely enjoy this work in our hearts.
Hey there FRIEND! You are terrible at putting on restraints You know, on the guy that ain’t acting like a jolly saint? So now he pulled out his central line and has blood flowing out like the river Rhine. What the heck!? How hard is it tying ONE knot? Its just a loop with a loose end that plops. I want to scream, its the end of my shift And now I have to deal with this rift! Next time, think before you leave the room, “What actions do I take so the nurse doesn’t fume?”
The countdown begins like New Years Eve, Twelve more hours until we can leave. Gone will be 17, the one who won’t stop yelling Who many patients wish the nurses would STAT start quelling. Gone will be the family that won’t stop asking questions The one I really just want to give a four letter suggestion. Soon I will be free as a hind upon the mountain top Hoping the next three days off will never end or stop.