The joy and misery

Artist- Cold War Kids
Song of the day- Hospital Beds

I've started back at school and about to begin an intense 12hr clinical in the ICU. And as I think about it more, get more excited about what I might learn, what I might see, and getting more freaked out by what I might learn and what I might see, I start to think of this song. I've hated hospitals, had a phobia of hospitals and now will stay in one for half a day and then eventually probably most of my life. Thinking about taking care of critically ill, that word critical alone is intimidating. Someone who needs so much, who is at the brink of so much, and literally putting there existence into somebody else's hands. No wonder they call it intensive care. By I like their description in this song, "Joy and Misery". Both can be found there in a hospital. Life is given and life is taken away there and you get to experience those most crucial moments of life with total strangers, people you didn't choose but learn their stories and share the good and bad that no matter how long it may be for together. It's brutal and beautiful, scary and exciting, difficult and draining and worth something. even in a hospital bed, we're all worth something.



There's nothing to do here
Some just whine and complain
In bed at the hospital
Coming and going
Asleep and awake
In bed at the hospital

Tell me the story
Of how you ended up here
I've heard it all in the hospital
Nurses are fussing
Doctors on tour
Somewhere in India

I've got one friend
Laying across form me
I did not choose him
He did not choose me
We've got no chance of recovery
Sharing hospital
Joy and misery
Joy and misery
Joy and misery

Put out the fire, boys
Don't stop, don't stop
Put out the fire on us
Put out the fire, boys
Don't stop, don't stop
Put out the fire on us

Bring the buckets by the dozens
Bring your nieces and your cousins
Come put out the fire on us

Vietnam fishing trips
Italian opera
Vietnam fishing trips
Italian opera

I've got one friend
Laying across from me
I did not choose him
He did not choose me
We've got no chance of recovery
Joy and hospital
Joy and misery
The joy and misery
The joy and misery
The joy
The joy
The joy
Misery

Put out the fire, boys
Don't stop, don't stop
Put out the fire on us
Put out the fire, boys
Don't stop, don't stop
Put out the fire on us

Bring the buckets by the dozens
Bring your nieces and your cousins
Put out the fire on us