Caerphilly resident praises nurses amid staffing concerns

Old age is golden, it is often said.

But sometimes I wonder as I get in and out of bed.

With my catheter bag attached to my leg, and my teeth in a cup, until I wake up.

My talking watch tells me it's time to feed the nurses’ pet Molly the cat.

But the nurses often feed Molly with Dreamies after which she falls asleep on the mat.

The nurses smile when I call them angels in green and blue.

But insist they are only doing what they are trained to do.

However, their cheerful banter clears my fog bound brain,

Like sunshine clears away mist and rain.

But the loss of graduate nurses’ posts is a serious blow.

When the AI future ahead is difficult to know.

But I thank you for dealing promptly with my emergency callouts during the day and at night too.

So best wishes, God bless and may your dreams come true.