Welcome to the 5th floor burn unit,

UCSD Medical Center.

   This is the sign you pass,

As you enter.


   They ask what happened,

How did you get burned?

   They do this all with

Care and concern.


   On a scale of 1 to 10,

Where is your level of pain?

   I'm cussing, swearing,

I cry and complain.


   They whisk me away to a place,

They call wound care.

   Nothing here is familiar,

I'm not yet aware.


   Wound care is a special place,

Full of pain and narcotics.

   Stool softeners and I.V.'s with

Liquid antibiotics.


   They scrub the burns with

Soap and water.

   It's like leading the lamb

To the slaughter.


   The cries and screams,

You can hear down the halls.

   They bounce and echo,

Off these walls.


   You end up in a realm of awe,

For the angels that work in this place.

   The scrubbing of the burns,

You learn to embrace.


   This is where you find out,

You have nerves of steel.

   There is a method to the magic,

In this place to heal.




  • Author: Turbo1904 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 12th, 2022 16:11
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Rozina

    I hope you are better now. Recovery takes much time and courage. Yes, those units are very special.

    • turbo1904

      Thank you, yes, I'm healing really good. Going to be scars for a long time. Thanks again.

      Best Wishes

    • Saxon Crow

      Hope you recover quickly. Big ouch!

      • turbo1904

        Thank you, I have recovered quickly. Going to be scared for the rest of my life. I'm OK with that. Thanks again!

        Best Wishes,

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