The theme for this week’s JVG Radio Method poem is “Hospital Workers“.
A bit of confusion over the topic this week. JVG sent out “Hospo Workers” which I and one or two of the other regular contributors took to be HOSPITAL WORKERS as any sane person would but no JVG claims he meant “hospitality workers” which is a different poem.
I think as a community we have let ourselves fall into this bit of a bubble where we think, well, there’s nothing going on, no community Covid cases, why should I wear a mask?
Look what can happen in a week!
As recently as last weekend, I caught trains on three lines and less than 50% were wearing masks in some of the carriages.
I’m going to dedicate this poem, even though it’s a sarcastic poem to Suzie who we lost earlier this year.
Suzie was a nurse, and while she had other issues going on for her, undeniably a significant contributing factor was working in ICU at the peak of the COVID crisis in Victoria, losing patients, it would have been an incredibly stressful environment to be in and one day she went home from work and ended it.
Anybody who may be experiencing those sorts of feelings, please contact Lifeline or seek help – though I also realise when you’re right down in that funk it is very hard to think clearly or even find the desire to seek help.
So that’s on us, friends, family, to keep an eye out for one another.
So for all the people thinking, oh, look, it’s not out there, why should I wear a mask?
Just remember this, health care workers are the people who have to pick up the pieces and deal with the pressure and anguish.
They are human and despite their training of course they will carry some of the trauma.
So don’t think of yourself and the so called violation of your civil rights, think of those who have to deal with the consequences.
To play this poem directly in your browser – just click the “play” button below:
Position vacant; start asap
First you’ll need to obtain a degree
A B.N. takes three years, diploma takes two
The following duties expected of you
Clean up vomit, dribble, urine and puss
Blood, ulcers, other discharges plus
Wash out the bedpans, wipe the odd bum
Check for bed sores then when you’re done
Change all the sheets, tidy the beds
Then there’s bathing, feeding, administer meds
Comfort, encourage, calm, reassure
Tea break? You’re joking, c’mon, there’s more
Monitor, counsel, deal with complaints
Of course we’re short staffed, blame budget constraints
Advocate, resuscitate, inoculate, protect
Organise, sterilise, sanitise, disinfect
Help allay fears and comfort the grieving
You may look composed but looks are deceiving
You’ll work crazy hours both day and night
Go home feeling drained, c’mon you’re alright
Deal with patient’s frustrations, gripes about food
The odd arrogant doctor; it’s their job to be rude
It’s your job to be blamed for the faults of the system
Show empathy, concern, compassion and wisdom
Be sensitive to cultural and religious requirements
And when you’re abused remember patients are clients
You’ll enable the unstable; inform the infirm
Insert huge suppositories and watch grown men squirm
Then jeopardise your health in ICU
For some prick who claims Covid is less than the flu
You’ll see violence, stupidity, and get to clean up the mess
Your reward will be working under incredible stress
Annual bonus? For nurses? That’s not the norm
As a treat we’ll let you to buy your own uniform
Just remember you’re paid from the public purse
Who creates more wealth, a casino or a nurse?
If you want better conditions there are other employers
Try something productive – the world needs more lawyers
© Copyright 2021 Ian Bland
Also have a listen to “Everything or Nothing”