The following manuscript was submitted to the May 2017 Mental Health Themed Writing Contest.
Humor …
it’s what saves me
keeps me from dying inside
from going insane
is it shift work?
disrespectful patients?
patient “encounters” so brief
it’s hard to remember their name?
we joke because we’re lonely
tired
staving off fear
trying to do it in secret
confidential
mustn’t let our patients hear!
they think it’s so serious
it’s all business
what we do in the ED
if they could walk in our shoes
just a day
maybe, then, they’d see
certainly it must always be
a balancing act
between life and death!
they don’t know after their
crushing chest pain
it’s off to the meth …
… overdoses, the drunks,
anxiety attacks,
toe pain, hair pain,
chronic aching backs,
stuffiness, fevers,
but haven’t tried a thing,
can’t afford my meds
but look at my bling
a bed to sleep in
a note for work
a patient I tried to help
just called me a jerk!
texting on your phone
while I’m trying to talk,
“I just need 12 Norcos
to be able to walk”
I think I got knocked up
can I have a pregnancy test?
a narcissistic who is obviously
better than the rest
true, some patients are thankful
but some spit when I’m near
others are too sick
to even know they’re here
Some patients are deceitful
act lovely then bite
some cry from the pain
while others fight
THIS … this is why we laugh
why we chuckle and grin
how could we not
with the line of work we’re in?
it’s not all easy work
interesting diseases
cardiac arrests
Though maybe that’s
what we pictured
when taking premed tests
please forgive us if we smile
after leaving your side
the bureaucracy of medicine
we can’t always abide
it’s not that we don’t care
or think your disease is a joke
it’s just that humor saves us all
from going up in smoke