Anesthesia Jargon
Laying on the gurney
Slipping off the end.
Wheeled down the hallway
To some unknown end!
They xanaxed me,
I'm glad to say.
It allayed my anxiety
And kept high B/P at bay.
Moving to the OR table
My ass stuck to the sheets,
I was hardly able
To cover up my cheeks.
My gown that barely covered me
Was little protection from the cold.
Mask to keep their face from me
And creeping hands so bold!
B/P cuff, leads for EKG,
The IV in my arm,my finger's--pulse oximetry;
A voice devoid of charm.
"Here comes the anesthesia, propofol.
It's that burning in your vein.
Time to say; goodnight all".
The light begins to wane.
"I'll stay with you throughout the case
And will keep you safe and secure.
Your vital signs will beep a pace,
While surgeon cuts to cure."
Surgery's done, the wound is neatly sewn.
The sevoforane is turned off,
You're breathing on your own.
I'll take you to the PACU
And pull your endo tube.
You'll awaken, feeling better
Than you ever thought you would.
Because you haven't eaten
Forever and a day,
You'll also wake up hungry...
I hope you enjoyed your stay.
If you did enjoy your day;
My name is rel.
But if it wasn't all that gay;
It's Mr. S.O.C. you'll need to tell! ;)
by bob larock crna
Labels: anestheia poem, CRNA week 2009, poetry by rel
6 Comments:
Heehee, Rel. I like the poem. I always manage to make the OR staff laugh when I'm coming out of the anaesthetic. The nurses have come up to the ward before they knock off especially to tell me. Apparently I burble on something chronic.
well it sounds like someone emerged from CRNA week all happy faced......
This poem is great, Rel! And I love the artwork, too.
Fun poem. They say to write about what you know...
Lol only you could write such a perfect poem about your work, Rel!! hehe Love it! xoxo
This was a lot of fun to read - very clever!
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