On-Call

Pagers beeping
Record keeping

Alarms blaring
Nostrils flaring

Amidst piercing bings,
The phone rings

I’m pulled up, down, left and right
Pounding stairs day and night

Juggling vitals, labs and EKGs
Uncertainty is my only certainty

Tasks crash like ocean waves upon my shore
One after the other, ever more

Sometimes I feel like I’m drowning, but I stay afloat
Every time a patient says ‘thank you’, it’s my lifeboat

I was blessed to find, while on call
A pot of coffee down a darkened hall

Cup after cup, I drank it up
Sometimes having it all still isn’t enough

I rest my eyes just before sunrise
Grateful that all my patients stayed alive

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