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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