“Is THIS a crisis?”
I find myself asking this question
ever since the hospital said it was so.
Was it a crisis when she died
Or was it last month? We thought we
brought her back but it didn’t work,
not for long,
and I can still hear her husband
crying when I remember.
Is losing that leg a crisis?
Or going blind in that eye?
I know getting laid off is one,
even worse for being too sick and
too unprofitable to be cared for,
like being homeless or
Isn’t every day in the hospital
the crisis of a lifetime for a patient?
It’s always been true. But still,
I stare at the tube sprouting from
between my patient’s ribs
and touch my own scars, wincing.
Could that happen to me again?
Yup, that would be a bona fide
Even more so if what got them
comes back to get me
I tighten my mask.
You wouldn’t know it scrolling through
the social lives of everyone I envy
that our hallways are haunted,
our last reserves beyond spent
and I barely have the energy to
read that damn email
much less reply.
and write a grant
to do research
to prevent some other
The real crisis is
that didn’t have to
Sometimes I giggle a bit when
I hear the crisis word,
but only because I am cried out,
my kids are cried out,
all my friends are cried out,
all of us altogether always:
Crisis and Crying,
two of the three C words I want
to never hear again.
Longtime reader, first time (online) commenter.
It’s been an extremely long time since we talked, really glad you’re keeping up your writing. I think it’s important since people/the media/hospital administration/whoever want to forget or assume that what’s happening in hospitals is ok. Keep it up.