And now, for the student portion of “Nursing student”
Jazz beat please…
>Confined to this training ward SB 105
I am desk number 15, hospital number 02037151
Orienting myself to reality
It’s 7:00AM, and oh, holy fecal matter,
The ward door opens and my vital signs shoot up.
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>Febrile, tachycardic, and hyperventilating
The clinical instructor enters and then tries to establish rapport
Key word: “tries” I may be a schizophrenic, but I am coherent.
The only rapport you’ve established is with my big toe
So I’ll be ambulating all over you’re your gluteus maximus
For the rest of your shift
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>Instructor makes conversation, heh, more like flight of ideas
The word salad, stimulates my cognition
Like music therapy to a comatose patient
Oh what now, evaluation huh?
Not even worth my ATP
It’s like Alzheimer’s disease in hyper drive.
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>My chief complaint
I’m going to get decubitus ulcers
From 4 hours of immobility
This 5 minute micturation break
Is the most intellectual stimulation
For your entire shift
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Furiously fighting off this lethargy
And my illusions of grandeur
Regressing, sub conscious taking over.
My organ of corti, starts to party
“class dismissed” am i in REM sleep?
No, the shift is really over
Song echoes through my cranium.
“Who let the dogs out? Woof, woof…”
--graydarksoul--
