July 13, 2013 by firstname.lastname@example.org
It’s poetry day!
Because of my EB, I need a lot of help with my daily tasks like getting a shower, getting dressed, etc, not to mention doing my bandages every day. This requires a team of nurses to help me, and my life, quite literally depends on them. Moving away from home and making it through Duke hinged on the ability to find an agency that would take my case (which is a whole other story for another day). I’ve had some ups and downs lately with my current caretakers, and it’s caused me to reflect on how much I should never take for granted quality nurses who care about the lives and well-beings of their patients and see them as people first, and patients second. My recent experiences, though incredibly frustrating, made me even more grateful for the nurses in my life who do care. Instead of writing a whole post, I wrote a poem, or rather series of limericks as a dedication to the fact that it takes a village to raise a Megan.
A good nurse is a rare catch indeed.
If you find one, I tell, you, take heed!
If your care-taker sours,
You’ll pine on for hours
For lack of the help that you need.
A good nurse is the dearest of finds
Like a gem buried deep in a mine.
When you find one that fits
It’s really the shit!
Like a glass slipper that’s found just in time.
A good nurse is the key to my lock.
Her want is the stop to my clock.
Her visit each day
Is more, in a way,
Pavement on the path that I walk.