Saturday, 24 October 2015
NURSE JULIE AT OPAT ( a poem by Thomas Hoskyns Leonard)
NURSE JULIE AT OPAT
by Thomas Hoskyns Leonard
Out to the Western General I go
With my raging fever and bright red left leg in full flow;
The specialist nurse in Acute Receiving
Has my measure,
And pumps me full of a brand new antibiotic at her leisure;
Then next day off to dusty OPAT aways by Telford Road
Where a more formidable nurse injects her load;
But for the next week the dear lassie Julie tends for me
No vein! Who cares? Another dark bruise for my flatmate to see;
But the penicillin cocktail is delivered with loving care.
No rash? Whatever did happen to my allergy?
At least I was recovering from my dire malady.
"It's safer than staying in a ward for a week,"
Said Julie, giving my toes a playful tweak.
"Whoops, you have athlete's foot too!" she opined.
"Maybe you should change your socks when they stink;"
"Otherwise your cellulitis could return in a twink and a wink".
And Thursday was a happy day;
The doctor agreed that the infection had completely gone away,
So back to Scott and Thomas as they took the proverbial piss,
But Julie, my dear Julie, I'll always miss,