A country and western song about A&E.
Hooked up to a drip, Docter callin' my name,
My hands started shaking, my legs quivering,
I had distant memories, that I'd been there before,
And I shrieked at the sound of that shrill Banshee's call.
Oh I shrieked at the sound of that shrill Banshee's call.
"Do we need to call psych" she kept howlin' at me,
Like the threat of the psych ward, would send me down to my knees,
An' I had distant memories that I'd been there before,
An I shrieked at the sound of that shrill Banshee's call
Oh I shrieked at the sound of that shrill Banshee's call.
Worn out from the chemo, worn down by my pain,
My friend had to restrain me, again and again,
I had distant memories that I'd been there before,
All I could think of, was running for the door
But I shrieked at the sound of that shrill Banshee's call.
The darkness had gripped me, sucking me in
The nether realm was callin, oh callin my name
An' I had distant memories that I'd been there before,
An I begged with the nurses, "I can't take no more"
And I shrieked and I wailed like that shrill Banshee's call.
I arose the next morning, beaming like the sun
For the nightmare was over, banana bag done
I had distant memories, I'd been there before
An I was grateful to be leaving, heading for the door
I shrieked with delight as I was heading out the door.
Oh I shrieked and I wailed, like that shrill Banshee's call.
Disclaimer* writen for fun as a healing exercise. I find a&e very difficult due to past experience. This was a way to try an ease some of my anxiety around being in the accident and emergency. I am always grateful for the help of hospital staff, however I don't appriciate being threatened with the mental health team as a way to control and suppress. It should be a place where patients with mental illness and/or trauma feel safe.
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