Inside a “bubble” I sit,
Enclosed by inches of thick bulletproof glass,
It isolates me from the crowd.
Two doors,
One an entrance towards the assembly of patients,
Should I need to react in haste on their behalf,
The other an exit should I feel threatened.
How strange it is to need a mean for escape,
In a place that is meant for healing and recovery,
But angrily many stare,
Waiting.....
Pain in the faces of some,
Patience a virtue of others.
One by one a few approach,
“How much longer?”
With the kindest and most caring of voices,
I reply,
“I am sorry for the delay, the ER is very busy. I do not have a time frame and am very sorry for the wait.”
My reply often answered with the coldest of looks,
And there I sit hoping today I will not have to use the escape exit,
Because the reason for these layers of glass,
Is that it’s happened before…
As always! Thank you for reading. Feel free to follow should you appreciate my content. I write about a few different things but lately they have been posts on circumstances, thoughts, feelings, and emotions. I sat in what we call the bubble at work. Its a check in area in the lobby of the ER. My responsibility is to check patients in and monitor them while they are in the ER for any condition changes or need of emergent care. With that comes the mixed emotions from long waits. Sadly these emotions can unravel into dangerous situations...which is why I pondered on these thoughts!
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