This may be more of a rant than a poem.

Nearly all of the healthcare professionals that Weber has encountered in the last week due to his knee replacement surgery have been fantastic.  The one exception is the home health nurse who came to the house on Saturday to admit him to home physical therapy.  The whole time that she was here, she kept making rude and unprofessional remarks about her geriatric patients–“Those 80 and 90 year olds don’t know what day it is or what medications they are supposed to be taking and they can’t follow directions at all.  It takes me three times as long to get through a visit with them.”  These types of comments were continuous in her thirty minute visit with us.  Her words made both Weber and me uncomfortable.  I came so close to saying something, to her but I refrained.  I was so tired at that point that what I would have said would likely have been equally as rude and unprofessional.  All that to say that that experience was the catalyst for today’s poem.