Au réveillon de Noël… dans un hôpital près de chez vous
Mardi, Décembre 9, 2008 - 17:32
Écrit en 1980 par Betty Ann Cassano, inf., B. Sc. inf.
L’un des aspects les plus tristes des fêtes, c’est que les hôpitaux ne peuvent jamais fermer. J’ai souvent souhaité avoir une baguette magique pour soigner tout le monde afin que nous puissions tous passer le temps des fêtes à la maison en famille. Et, bien sûr, les infirmières et les autres employés des hôpitaux pourraient passer la journée avec leur propre famille.
Mais, nous ne vivons pas dans un monde parfait et je n’ai jamais trouvé de baguette magique. Les portes des hôpitaux ne ferment donc jamais et les gens qui prodiguent des soins demeurent au chevet des patients. Même durant le réveillon de Noël.
Durant ses études en soins infirmiers, une étudiante qui me précédait d’un an a fait une adaptation du poème classique Night Before Christmas. Bien des années plus tard, j’ai voulu voir si je pouvais adapter son idée à ma propre situation. Voici le résultat.
Twas the night before Christmas
From 6 C to 8 D
It was peaceful and quiet,
Something hard to conceive.
The night nurse had just checked
Each patient with care
And found them all sleeping
And comfortable there.
The Ivacs were quiet
As they flashed in the night.
The call bells were silent.
Everything seemed all right.
The twelve o'clock meds
Had been given and charted.
A doctor peeked in
And then quickly departed.
When out in the hall
There arose such a clatter
The nurse went at once
To see what was the matter.
As she strode down the hall
To locate the noise,
She met a fat man
With a sack full of toys.
He had a bushy white beard,
(no doubt loaded with staph)
And was covered with soot
And in need of a bath.
He wore a grimy red suit
And his boots were a mess!
How he'd slipped through Security
Was anyone's guess.
He not only looked odd
But appeared to be daft
As he smiled a big smile
And laughed a big laugh.
His jolly "Ho, Ho, Ho's"
Echoed down the long hall
As they bounded and rebounded
Off of each wall.
The night nurse was furious
And glared as she hissed,
"You can't come in here
And disturb things like this!"
He lowered his sack
To the floor with a grunt,
Then chuckled and winked,
Quite pleased with his stunt.
He pulled out his pipe
And lit up with a puff.
But the night nurse was outraged!
She'd had quite enough!
"Can't you read?" she cried out,
"You ignorant clown?
There's oxygen going!
You'll burn the place down!"
He muttered some nonsense
About a sled and some deer,
But the nurse cut him short with
"You're NOT allowed here!!!"
The nurse knew just how
To handle this fellow;
She picked up the phone
And called a Code Yellow.
The EMT's came quickly
And put the guy in restraints
As they listened to the nurse
List her many complaints.
While the nurse dialed the number
Of the psychiatrist on-call,
The strange midnight visitor
Was firmly steered down the hall.
But she heard him exclaim
As he vanished from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all
Of you fine people in white!"
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L’un des aspects les plus tristes des fêtes, c’est que les hôpitaux ne peuvent jamais fermer. J’ai souvent souhaité avoir une baguette magique pour soigner tout le monde afin que nous puissions tous passer le temps des fêtes à la maison en famille. Et, bien sûr, les infirmières et les autres employés des hôpitaux pourraient passer la journée avec leur propre famille.
Mais, nous ne vivons pas dans un monde parfait et je n’ai jamais trouvé de baguette magique. Les portes des hôpitaux ne ferment donc jamais et les gens qui prodiguent des soins demeurent au chevet des patients. Même durant le réveillon de Noël.
Durant ses études en soins infirmiers, une étudiante qui me précédait d’un an a fait une adaptation du poème classique Night Before Christmas. Bien des années plus tard, j’ai voulu voir si je pouvais adapter son idée à ma propre situation. Voici le résultat.
Twas the night before Christmas
From 6 C to 8 D
It was peaceful and quiet,
Something hard to conceive.
The night nurse had just checked
Each patient with care
And found them all sleeping
And comfortable there.
The Ivacs were quiet
As they flashed in the night.
The call bells were silent.
Everything seemed all right.
The twelve o'clock meds
Had been given and charted.
A doctor peeked in
And then quickly departed.
When out in the hall
There arose such a clatter
The nurse went at once
To see what was the matter.
As she strode down the hall
To locate the noise,
She met a fat man
With a sack full of toys.
He had a bushy white beard,
(no doubt loaded with staph)
And was covered with soot
And in need of a bath.
He wore a grimy red suit
And his boots were a mess!
How he'd slipped through Security
Was anyone's guess.
He not only looked odd
But appeared to be daft
As he smiled a big smile
And laughed a big laugh.
His jolly "Ho, Ho, Ho's"
Echoed down the long hall
As they bounded and rebounded
Off of each wall.
The night nurse was furious
And glared as she hissed,
"You can't come in here
And disturb things like this!"
He lowered his sack
To the floor with a grunt,
Then chuckled and winked,
Quite pleased with his stunt.
He pulled out his pipe
And lit up with a puff.
But the night nurse was outraged!
She'd had quite enough!
"Can't you read?" she cried out,
"You ignorant clown?
There's oxygen going!
You'll burn the place down!"
He muttered some nonsense
About a sled and some deer,
But the nurse cut him short with
"You're NOT allowed here!!!"
The nurse knew just how
To handle this fellow;
She picked up the phone
And called a Code Yellow.
The EMT's came quickly
And put the guy in restraints
As they listened to the nurse
List her many complaints.
While the nurse dialed the number
Of the psychiatrist on-call,
The strange midnight visitor
Was firmly steered down the hall.
But she heard him exclaim
As he vanished from sight,
"Merry Christmas to all
Of you fine people in white!"
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