Seo agus Siud Edition 11 June 2021
Marion McGreal was inspired to to entertain us with a verse account of her recent visit to the Mater Hospital.
A DAY PROCEDURE IN THE MATER
Receptionist points the way,
To the right; to the lift
Not sure I have her drift.
Where is that lift?
Third floor she said
I hit button three, the lift climbs
You’re now at floor 3 it said
If only I had a bed.
A nurse comes to the door
All eyes lift from the floor.
She calls, ‘George, please this way
To silent John I say
You’ll be next you’ll see
Really hoping it will be me.
By now I know the colour of every shoe
As I watch them two by two.
The phones begin to ping
Yes, I’m waiting; no not yet,
John you’ll be next I bet.
A second nurse looks down at me
Come along to Ward Three.
Another cubicle, curtains close me in
Date of birth, someone to collect you
Yes, I say, there will be two.
The coloured wrist bands are put on
The silver trolley rolls along
Shining needles, coloured tubes
Line the shelf, ready for use.
The phlebotomist looks at me
Which arm would you like she says
None of them if I had my ways
It’s difficult I say, she heeds me not
The silver needle finds the spot.
Back to the perspex room again,
We’ll call you later the nurse said
If only I had any kind of bed.
Next to the Day Ward I go
Get on your hospital gown I’m told
It seemed to me like front to back
Pack up your day clothes in this sack.
Tony, the porter smiles
Come with me, be careful on the tiles.
Lift to the next floor
We go in a double door.
Please sit here and wait
We are running a bit late.
A blue gowned medic comes along
Syringe in hand, I protest
I had my bloods done I say
This is for a canulla today.
Blood pressure is up a little bit
So don’t move, just sit.
Now come with me to this big room
Stretchers, monitors and scalpels loom.
A gowned doctor first appears
I’m your surgeon, I’m Niall I hear.
Step up, lay flat, stretch down
Says the nurse in the blue gown.
Anaesthetic given, all follow the text
Don’t know what happened next .
I wake to hear it all went well
I’m not sure, how could I tell.
Tea is coming down my way.
Please hurry, don’t delay.
Tony and trolley trundle down
I’m on board, dressed in my gown.
Another cubicle waits for me
Complete with green sack I see.
A nurse says, rest and have some tea
She puts dressings in a package for me.
Dress now, you may go home,
I’ll walk you to the car
I’ll carry your bag, it’s a bit far.
Hospitals are such caring places
Where one sees some troubled faces.
Staff so busy on the floor,
Pope Francis named them,
“The Saints Next Door”.