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Those Days... by Vivi Steels

Posted on March 11, 2016 at 3:20 AM

Those Days ...

 

when the ward floor shone

like crystalline quartz

 

when beds had white envelope-

cornered sheets

 

when perfumed flowers grew

in tall glass vases

 

when hygiene and cleanliness

were taken to degree level

 

when bed sores were

unheard of

 

when nurses nursed patients

with love and compassion

 

when doctors came at

any time of day and night

 

when super bugs were

science fiction

 

when patients recovered from

illnesses and operations

 

when water and food

weren’t rationed

 

when visitors were a

welcome addition

 

when healing and health

were targets to be met

 

when someone cared

in those days…

 

© Vivien Steels


I've included this poem I wrote recently as a homage to the past when hospitals were a different world overseen by Matrons, who had extremely high standards of cleanliness and patient care.  It is so sad that such a brilliant healthcare system such as the NHS has been eroded over the years.  Now Junior Doctors feel they can strike to achieve more money and what they say are better terms.  All doctors have to take an oath, which originally was the Hippocratic Oath including the words "first, do no harm".  The newer oath of 1964 does not include those words specifically.  Instead it says, "I will remember that I remain a member of society, with special obligations to all my fellow human beings, those sound of mind and body as well as the infirm."  I am sure this does not include striking for 48 hours resulting in the cancellation of thousands of operations...

 


 

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