A day in the life of a scrub nurse
A day in the life of a scrub nurse in theatre,
I hope shes had breakfast, for a long stand awaits her.
So many instruments, all different names,
Counting them afterwards, the hardest of games.
A difficult case, the surgeon starts shouting,
Just as well we hav masks, it hides all the pouting.
Scalpels and clamps, scissors and ties,
The best place to take vein, is from our patients thighs.
Flow down, pump off, the surgeon calls out,
Ive got very little volume, the perfusionist starts to shout.
Table up, table down, the pumps start to ring out,
Can you bring down the pressure, so I can take this cannula out.
Syringes and needles, drugs in demand,
Its great to have a registrar, to give a helping hand,
Courses and meetings, frequently changed plans,
Phonecall’s and equiries to deal with, only a manager can.
Another day dawns, no space left in intensive care,
So many sick patients, the off duty bare.
With no beds to spare, all cases cancelled that were planned,
We better go around, and give them an extra hand.
Technicians start earliest, checking pumps and machines,
Ensuring everything’s working, clean and pristine.
Health care support workers, tied up with stores,
Their very hard working, it is such a chore.
So another days ending, the final patient their closing,
And everyone hopes theres no emergencies looming.
So we get home to bed, snuggled up, hit the hay,
Knowing in our hearts, we’ve saved another life today.
(2012)
