Conemaugh Valley Hospital School of Nursing - Pink Cross Yearbook (Johnstown, PA)

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CVMH YOUR ROOM MATE Who ambles in when you're on nights Slams the door-ot your sleep makes light, And makes you mad enough to tight? Your Room Mate. Who wears your hose, your shoes, your hat, Your clothes, if she's not too fat, And will not even stop at that? Your Room Mate. Who cheers you up When you are blue? When you are sick takes care of you And when you're broke, Will see you through? Your Room Mate. If nobody smiled, and nobody cheered, and nobody helped us along If every man looked after himself, and good things Went to the strong, It nobody cared just a little for you, and nobody thought about me. And we all stood alone in the battle of lite, What a dreary old world it would be.

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C V M H A THOUGHT IN THE NIGHT A call, a cry, a moan-now still Voices in the night. One calmly sleeping-resting The next, a terrible tight. All sleep or try as case may be, Throughout the lonely night Except the nurse on duty Who never sleeps 'til light. As night must fall-so comes the pains Discomforts, tortures, ills, A kindly Word, a constant watch Or just a tiny pill- All manners of relief employed To ease the comfortless. Oh, GOD!-please give us helping hands For vigils in the night And may We aid someone, somehow Before that streak of light Conveys to us the message Best now, for it is light. Release from strain is yours. Tonight again you'll Watch, Lingering beside the hopeless soul Who's fading quickly now. To us who have the Wealth of health And hands to do the Work, Give us the will to help on earth The less unfortunate. -P. Lambert Life is sweet just because of the friends We have made, and the things which in common we shareg We Want to live on, not because of ourselves, but because of the people who care. Its giving and doing for somebody else- On that all life's splendor depends. And the joy of the world, when you have summed it all up Is found in the making of Friends.

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CVMH MY OPERATION Listen my friends, that you may hear Of the operation I had this year. In the year '41, Iune twenty-five I wonder if I'd still be alive. I came to the hospital and was put to bed, Without even as much as a pain in my head. I guess my pain must have left from fright, Because when I came I felt alright. I lay in bed, gazing here and there, Knowing tomorrow kept drawing near. The nurses all smiled each time they'd come, Yet my feet and hands kept trembling some. The interne came to look at me, And the questions he asked like a 3rd degree. You'd think I'd committed an awful crime, And was sentenced to jail for a whole lifetime. Now that wasn't so bad as I soon found out When the started tossing me aboutp My eyes, my ears, my tummy and nose, My legs and arms and even my toes. Now that was over and I lay awhile, But soon a nurse came with a friendly smile. But in her hand she carried a pan, With a rubber tube and small white can. Hospital Routine to them I could see But only a pain in the neck to me But then what else was I to do I was at their mercy, and must see it through. What seemed like a Week, but was only aniglit My operation day dawned clear and bright. I wasn't afraid but trembled some As they wheeled me into the operation room. The doctor came with gowns and masks With assuring smiles went about their tasks. Then I must have slept or dozed, I'd say For I couldn't only hear them so far away. Then I heard them say, It's over now. And I felt myself being moved somehow. Then when I fully became aware, The doctor and nurses were standing there. It's over now , for them that's sure But, oh! what pain I did endure As I lay there on the flat of my back Wanting to turn this way and that. My side-it pained, and my back had an ache And I wanted the water I couldn't take. I got the water-but not saying how! For they seemed to think I must have it some- how. So with tubes and needles they entered my legs, Worse than anything were these plagues. Since I couldn't move. I just suffered then Like a thousand devils poking pins in my skin. Then with hypodermics I got relief, And fell into a troubled sleep. Only to wake to that gnawing pain To find I must go through the same thing again. How glad I was, the day I learned I didn't have much pain when I tried to turn. Then came the day I could sit up in bed Without feeling as if I were loosing my head. After that I began to feel, just swell, But even at that I couldn't rest very well. For it seems of energy, nurses never lack, Always taking my temperature, or rubbing my back. Or bringing me water to wash my face, Or fixing my bed to stay in place, Or bringing a bed-pan, or water to drink Gosh! they hardly gave me time to think. It's all very nice and they treat you swell, But to be out of bed, I started to yell. So finally they decided to let me out. I was so glad I could almost shout. But you can't imagine my dismay When I found my legs wanted to give way. As I sat on the chair and rested my head I wished I were lying back in bed. The doctor came again today To tell me no longer I need stay, So now I'm trying to walk around, To get my feet used to solid ground. Now as I look back o'er the past twelve days There are many questions my mind would raise. But I can say to my friends and kin It wasn't as bad as it might have been. God bless doctors, nurses, hospitals too, For if you aren't well, they'll fix you up like new. I can say with all my heart, it really isn't bad, For it it makes me feel so well, it's worth the pain I had. For everyone has been good to me, The nurses are marvelous as they can be. So I really should be ashamed to say I'm glad I'm going home today .