Grace General Hospital - Our Days of Grace Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Sell, irl We looked forward with anticipation to our Selkirk affiliation. Finally the day came, and we enthusiastically packed our Psychiatry books, and our favorite stuffed animal, and set out for Selkirk. Those first few days were filled with many faces, ideas, and surroundings. In the private rooms that we had awaited so long we began to realize how valued our room mates were. Those three months passed all too quickly, but we will always remember our new friends, nursing experiences; and extra curricular activities. We now realize how valuable is this affiliation, and hope that all the under¬ graduates enjoy it as much as we did. CAlUr. Oh Children’s, Oh Children’s, We never will forget thee, Oh IV’s and cutdowns These drips drive me crazy. Who ever started IPB’s I think he needs a talk with me, Oh Children’s, Oh Children’s We never will forget you. Oh Residence, Oh Residence, How come you lock at one o’clock? Oh Housemother, Oh Housemother, My watch, I guess it must have stopped. To prayers we’re always there on time How come those 10 pm’s of mine? Oh Residence, Oh Residence, We never will forget you. Oh Doctors, Oh Doctors, You taught us lots that we should know, Oh orders, Oh orders, Oh were they done, you’ll never know— Vital signs we’ll never forget Oh I, was it done yet? Oh Children’s, Oh Children’s, We never will forget you. 54

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c ctse ° Q ovn If we get the New Year’s baby, We’ll be happy all next year; We had a lot of Christmas and Missed our Christmas Cheer. We have gone without our dinner, Carried bedpans, mile on mile; If we get that New Year’s baby ’Twill have really been worthwhile. (But we didn’t get it.) ' Jperctting Ko om If you can keep your head, when all about you Are losing their’s and blaming it on you; If you can take the stoney glares and screaming, And taking, also learn to love them, too; If you can wait, and not be tired of waiting, Or, being shouted at, and not shout, too, Then come to the long bright corridor, The Grace’s O.R. on the fourth floor — They will all be waiting there for you. If you can turn deaf ears on all the roars, And at odd times, mop up the blood-stained floors; If you can learn to lip-read all commands, And quickly do all scrub-nurses’ demands; If you don’t mind the sight of blood and gore, Or blood-soaked sponges, dripping on the floor, Then come, etc. If you can borrow half-sheets from the ‘hoarders’ And borrowing, can yet be ever spry; If you can readily fulfil all orders, And in fulfilling, never question ‘why?’ If you can fill each and every minute With sixty seconds worth of distance fun, Yours is the O.R, and everything that’s in it, And what is more, you’ll be a good scrub nurse In the bright days that are to come. 55