I sat last night on the other side of the bed rail, clutching my stomach in pain.
The other side of the bed rail is perhaps where a nurse ought never to be.
Especially in the Emergency Room? It’s a scary thing to see.
I can’t say I miss the action — the thrill of being in the field of action.
But I hate that feeling being in the center of it all yet helpless to even proper reaction.
The blood that slightly stained the curtain wall did not give me chills at all;
And the pain in my hypogastric hurt more than the pain from that Gauge 23.
I sat up, laid down, tried turning around. I could not have fallen asleep.
It’s a thought that abides, my reflection incurs, and a solitude waiting to weep;
Because where I am now, though home and afar from the bed rail that put me in place,
Here I am now, while my thoughts not complete, wondering how behind the rail I reside.
And besides that, there is a question I’ve yet to contemplate.