For the Ragtag Daily Prompt: vital. For me, vital brings up vital signs. I wrote this poem in 2006. Pain was made the fifth vital sign in 1996. I have written about it here. In June of 2016, the American Medical Association recommended dropping pain as a vital sign. The idea that we should be “free” of pain has not died yet and the latest CDC report says that the overdose death rate for women has risen a horrifying 240% from 1999 to 2017. That report is here: Drug Overdose Deaths Among Women Aged 30–64 Years — United States, 1999–2017. My poem is still relevant and we still have to change our ideas about pain.
Vital signs II
Pain
Is now a vital sign
On a scale of 1:10
What is your pain?
The nurses document
Every shift
Why isn’t joy
a vital sign?
In the hospital
we do see joy
and pain
I want feeling cared for
to be a vital sign
My initial thought
is that it isn’t
because we can’t treat it
But that isn’t true
I have been brainwashed
We can’t treat it
with drugs
We measure pain
and are told to treat it
helpful pamphlets
sponsored by the pharmaceutical companies
have articles
from experts
Pain is under treated
by primary care
in the hospital
and there are all
these helpful medicines
I find
in my practice
that much of the pain
I see
cannot be treated
with narcotics
and responds better
to my ear
To have someone
really listen
and be curious
and be present
when the person
speaks
If feeling cared for
were a vital sign
imagine
Some people
I think
have almost never felt cared for
in their lives
They might say
I feel cared for 2 on a scale of 10
And what could the nurses do?
No pills to fix the problem
But perhaps
if that question
were followed by another
Is there anything we can do
to make you feel more cared for?
I wonder
if asking the question
is all we need
I took the photograph yesterday with my cell phone. It was so gloriously sunny that the water really was turquoise and I did no photoshop changes.
