Tubes to the left of me,
bags to the right.
There’s a lot that’s wrong with me
and not much right.
Take my temp again Nurse,
and don’t forget the pulse.
Time to draw more blood Doc
and note down each result.
In the long-slow hours of each passing night
I hear few noises and sounds;
the hum of the epidural
and Nurse again gliding her rounds.
My surgeon hovers professionally
being sure to reassure;
his appearance may seem casual
but he exudes confidence through every pore.
My Nurses give their duty of care,
they respond to every call.
Their commitment to my wellbeing seems total
and for this I love them all.