The Hippocratic oath, a timeless ritual rooted in humanity
Followed by all healthcare professionals in great regard
To embed a sound belief in the world of hospital insanity
And to tell our patients we are their first and foremost guards
Unfortunately, this year has been nothing short of a paradox
Healthcare workers finding themselves in a bind — do no harm to patients
But for themselves? Having to resort to methods nothing short of unorthodox
They have been severely tried of their patience
It’s acceptable to re-use and re-use and re-use a mask
“There’s no evidence suggesting the harm”
I knock on the door, as if to expect the usual greeting
No humming high flow oxygen, no telemetry beep
Our last meeting, the very last, yesterday evening
I walk in, soaking in the deathly silence and letting it seep
I walk in, to an aura of eerie calm
It is a bright morning, the room is shining and warm
And I watch the sun’s futile attempts on those pale palms
I’m breathing heavily, terrified, turmoiled, torn.
Although torn, this was not an unexpected death
Cancer, oxygenation-ventilation, starvation
It was an inevitable outcome that was met
There was no alternative…
There’s a COVID-19 patient on your list
It’s 6:55 AM. First day jitters, first day introductions.
“She likely won’t make it.” That was the gist.
Welcome to residency. That was my induction.
What am I doing? What is going on?
I don’t know where to go! Where is the workroom?
That COVID-19 patient, off my list 2 hours later — she was gone
Did I do something wrong? Is this white coat just some costume?
Alone, confused, scared, shock, lost.
Empowered, responsible, knowledgeable, trusted.
Right now, I was the former, feeling some type of crossed
I wanted to be the…