oz (04/16/83)
The following was written by George S. Kaufman, I sympathize, althought I was only in the hospital for 10 days Nurses all --and I mean the breed-- Share one clamourous, blinding need: Not to assist you in getting well, Or hurry in when you ring the bell; Not to banish the sense of gloom That somehow penetrates your room; Not, as a fellow might believe, To soothe your brow or to cool your feve; Not to lessen, with gentle hand, The tightening pull of a stomach band; Not to cary you in, complete, A single meal that is fit to eat; Not to silence the bloody bore Who's talking out in the corridor; Not to massage the aching bone, Or even to leave you JUST ALONE. Their one ambition is quickly said: All they want is to make your bed. Wriggle your toes or shake your head, What do they do? They make your bed. Request an orange juice instead, First they want to make your bed. Ask of needle, a bit of thread, Still they have to make your bed. Tell 'em you'd like some whole-wheat bread, What'll they do? They'll make your bed. Years ago you were leeched and bled; Nowadays they make your bed-- Fold the sheets and adjust the spread-- Make and make and make your bed Glad to be out, OZ seismo!rlgvax!oz