(Sung in the tune of Winter Wonderland)
Patients scream
Are ya listening?
On my brow,
The sweat is glistening.
Drugs and a sling
Are the things that I bring
Working in an ER wonderland.
Gone away is the night crew
Here today, we're caffeinated and brand new.
Here comes a code 3
And I gotta pee
Working in an ER wonderland
In the trauma we apply some traction
In triage we calm the people who are miffed.
But when we call report there's no action
Because ICU is changing shifts.
Later on, we take a lunch break
To rest our tired bodies that ache
Til then we admit to the floor
Manage lines at the door
Working in an Er wonderland.
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Monday, December 12, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Ode to the ER-extended version
As ER nurses we take care of lives
Afflicted by trauma, illness & hives.
From ambulance calls to crowds at the door,
There is rarely a dull moment and we never get bored.
Life is just crazy and we'll never see enough
Of complaints SO bizarre, you just couldn't make it up!!
Some will cry out, "I DON'T UNDERSTAND,
WHY THE LONG WAIT? AREN'T YOU WELL MANNED?"
They don't understand that part of our call,
Is to look to the greater good of not just one, but of all.
We have to first treat the gravely ill or near dying,
And while the wait stinks, please know we are trying
To help every person that enters our door,
To deny someone help is not part of our core.
Overwhelming hard work is a part of our day,
Sometimes we cry in a hysterical haze...
Thinking we're pushed beyond our ability,
Yet somehow we do it with help, patience and humility.
Many we'll help, for some there's little hope
Because of their problems and addictions to dope.
From the chronic, the minor, the acute and depressed,
From the chronic, the minor, the acute and depressed,
We can reflect on our lives and know that we're blessed.
For our lives are finite like hourglass sand,
Tragedies can happen despite the best laid out plans.
We can reflect on our lives and know that we're blessed.
For our lives are finite like hourglass sand,
Tragedies can happen despite the best laid out plans.
It's not uncommon to see someone die,
To say it's not hard would be a huge lie
......and it's true that there are times when we cry.
For those whose lives we can pull from the brink,..
For those whose lives we can pull from the brink,..
Help us find joy when the department stinks.
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