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An Ode to My Nurses in Limericks

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July 13, 2013 by megan.barron26@gmail.com

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.

 

This is Tavie, my long-term nurse for most of my time at Duke. She clapped proudly where she should be alongside my mother at graduation.

This is Tavie, my long-term nurse for most of my time at Duke. She clapped proudly where she should be alongside my mother at graduation.

 

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.


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