The true state of Queensland Health
A patient was rushed into emergency,
One look at her told me she needed heart surgery,
She laid there still looking very grey,
If we didn’t find a theatre she wouldn't live beyond a day.
She looked such a pitiful sight,
I knew things with this patient weren’t quite right,
The only sound from her I could hear,
Was her gristly grasp for air.
Having paged the surgeon,
To find her next of kin was urgent,
When I asked her name the staff all looked at me,
Do you not recognize it is Queensland Health that you see.
We’ve know for years of her heart failure,
And cause numerously warnings of the dangers,
She insisted on working under distress,
Refusing to acknowledge her internal system was in a mess.
We warned her about her daily habits,
The impending direct havoc about to sweep,
The long hours and lack of sleep,
No knowing when she’d get a bit to eat.
No ones system can be sustained,
Placed under constant stress and strain,
All night surgeries trying to minimize patient waiting times,
The government gave no thanks, demanding more for the same dimes.
Her hand was forced after long hours trying to balance the books
She had to close down wards and to axing staff hours she took,
Staff falls due to carrying to heavy paper loads increased,
And computer systems which received no upgrades just ceased.
Frankly we may be in the business of saving lives,
But I hold great fears that Queensland Health has used her nine lives.
The surgeon arrived and held his breath, it best you say your good byes,
If only she let us operate while still time instead of asking why.
So they wheeled her into theatre and made their first insertion,
But blood oozed from every where to continue seemed the wrong decision,
It was time to break the news, she must of been bleeding internally for days,
There was simply nothing we could do with Queensland Health there are too many delays.
Debbie Chilton, Copyright 2011
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