Regina Grey Nuns Hospital School of Nursing - Memorare Yearbook (Regina, Saskatchewan Canada)

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NIGHTS We all enjoy working at night, From when it is dark until it is light. We have our duties to perform, So we never have time to feel forlorn. We arrive on the floor and have report, Then everyone leaves and we hold the fort. We check the patients to see they are sleeping, And talk to the ones who at us are peeping. We check to see that I. V ' s are running. And take B. P ' s with lots of cunning. When we know all ' s at its best, We then begin our work at the desk. First to the Pharmacy to check the drugs, Then I usually fill water jugs. Make our requisitions for all a. m. tests, Then clean up the place with lots of zest. Q4H temps must all be taken, To wake them up, patients must be shaken. When these are finished and all on the chart. We feel we have made a pretty good start. Everyone then gets a coffee break. Not all at once for the patients sake. A little something to eat for lunch, Then we all return to our floors in a bunch. Then we make the rounds to see all are there, And cover the ones who are lying bare. Pass out hypos when they are needed, Glaring lights are always heeded. Sneaking around in the dark of the night, Tripping over things that are not in sight. Waking the patients to see if they ' re sleeping, At their dressings we are often found peeking. Doing our charts at the break of dawn, One chart done and three lights on. Don’t forget in the Kardex to scribble, Or report will be given dribble by dribble. Finally the morning sun peeps in the shade, Night report at the switchboard is laid. Pharmacy trays are put in their places, And patients awake with smiling faces. Day staff arrive one at a time, If we miss breakfast it will be a crime. We give report and answer all questions, We try our best to remember suggestions. Then off we go buzzing like bees, Get to the cafeteria and remember the keys. There goes the phone, I wonder who for, Would McDonald and Bailey return to the floor? Half an hour later the keys are returned, After today our lesson we ' ve learned. We return to the Res. , feeling half dead, And are most delighted to crawl into bed.

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TO A STUDENT’S CAP There you lie, unfolded, looking as forlorn as a picnic table in a snowstorm. Today you go to the bottom of my trunk; I exchange you for a grad cap, but not without a touch of sadness in my heart and a glint of a tear in my eye. In the bottom of this dark trunk where you will now remain, I hope that your days will be brightened by the memory of our experiences together. Ah, so many months have passed since our first meeting. Yet, it seems just moments ago that you were pinned on my head. Will you recall that first meeting -- that day so long ago, when you were first taken from the table and handed to me? As I made my way to centre stage the applause of the audience swelled and became our triumphal march. You seemed to smile in mute sympathy and deep understanding as I tried to erase the flush of pride that crept into my face when I was congratulated by friends, relatives and seniors. Let ' s not forget the morning I left you behind in my rush to get to work. The night before had been a perfect end to that day. Sleeping time was all too short, and the sound of the trolley rumbling by, awoke me from the Land of Nod. When I took that last glance into the mirror all seemed fine. Even the harsh glare of the naked light bulb did not help me see that you were not perched atop my curls. How fast I rushed back to get you ! Can we ever forget the day I so carelessly threw you on the bed in my haste? Your winged shape had disappeared when the girl next door pulled you from beneath her. On wards we went through many experiences together. The day you fell in the bed pan should never leave our memory. Remember the time you sat sadly on my head matching my mood of that day. So many things, so many memories. At first you were just a plain white cap -- but as we climbed a rung higher on the ladder you received your first decoration -- a red band. You felt a little heavier that day. Then came the third rung and a gold band. We had almost made our goal. Now at last with your encouragement the goal has been attained. And you, who have tasted with me all the joys, sorrows, hardships of this bitter sweet career, have come to rest in my trunk. You will sorrow at first, but then your light will penetrate where no light has gone, and the shadows will be less gloomy. Thanks to you for your friendly companionship during our three years May the work and play we shared together remain a stepping stone to future years. C. Beaudin

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THE NURSERY The nursery is the place to work, ' Cause the experience you obtain, May come in handy some fine day. Unless a spinster you remain. You wash the babies with phisohex, Then dry them with a towel, Then Desiten, then diaper, Boy listen to them howl. You feed them, you burp them, Then lay them down to sleep, And if your luck is with you, There will not be a peep. Usually though they like to scream, They look a little blue, You quickly pick them up again, And they begin to coo. When feeding time rolls around, You place them in a cart, Then out we go to mother, To let her do her part. Now ' s the time they go to sleep, Won’t budge when spanked or shaken, And just return them to their cribs, And sure as guns they ' ll waken. You weigh them in and weigh them out, To be sure that they ' ve had plenty, And out of thirty babies, You have to sup just twenty! When newborns are carried in, We clean them, weigh and measure, Then over to the window, Where father waits with pleasure. When we left the nursery, There were teardrops in our eyes, Those babies - we sure will miss Their gurgles and their cries. McDonald and Bailey SENIOR BLOCK Senior block is finally here. Our final classes, our final year, To class with books in hand we trot, Last nights studying we have all forgot. They are teaching us urology, Its symptoms and pathology, The nursing care must be on top, Or the operation will be a flop. Neurosurgery is next in line, This includes brain, nerves and spine, With interest we listen with open ears, To results of research these past few years. To do or not to do that is the question, Ethics steps in to hand a suggestion, Ethics, our guide, our helping hand, To do what is expected of a black band. Orthopedics now has its turn, So diseases of bone, joints we learn, Care of traction, splints and casts, How to set a bone so that it lasts. Civil defense we must master, So panic won ' t follow a disaster, We as nurses can assist, An opportunity we won ' t resist. Many are cared for through Public Health, Those who are poor, those who have wealth, In case this field we care to choose, Interest in these classes we do not lose. As a nurse we have a profession, How to adjust that is the question, Professional adjustments shows us the road. So we will be prepared to carry the load. McDonald and Bailey