I'm made for this, calculated risk, mental aptitude,
Resilience, this is what I do,
Off New York to get my stripes ,
More pilots the passengers on my flight,
I touched down, its looking like a ghost town ,
Not a soul in sight, Just a hum from the street lights,
Foggy alleys, PD patrolling the night,
I check into my room , but I'm up at five,
I step foot on the ICU, I can't believe my eyes,
Dead bodies everywhere , the morgue is at capacity,
Freezer trucks is backing in,
Black body bags, transport is back again,
I am perplexed,
So I go and read the facts again, what the f*ck are we missing ,
Like, ain't no treatment is working, why the people not living,
Chest moving like accordions, fighting for every breath,
I'm praying this ain't how the story ends,
I beget life yet they drowning to death ,
Bodies goes limp, we rush to intubate,
I go and grab the tray, then the doctor yell sedate,
Open the floodgates to mercy and pain,
I'm having personal anguish for these capital gains,
MD: DROP THE HEcD WE'RE REcDY
Nurse1: Here's the Glideslope?
MD: Yea, whose got the prop
Nurse1: I do, Propofol is in and here's the Rocuronium, Sir, we're at seventy-four percent sir
Nurse3: Family is calling for an update.
MD: OK...(SIGH) I'm having a hard time visualizing the airway.
Nurse1: We're at thirty-nine percent sir
MD: Shit, he's got a difficult airway
Nurse2: Somebody page RT!
MD: I GOT IT, I got it, I'm already in , GIVE ME SOME
CcP! _(pause) _cRE WE GOOD?
Nurse3: The second crash-cart is almost empty!
Nurse1: No sir, and were at seventeen percent
MD: *sigh* let's go down to a 7.5 - Turn that screen let me see (pause)
Nurse1: Sir we're at zero percent
MD: I'm in...Lets up the vent settings,
Nurse3: I got O2 at one-hundred and a PEEP of fourteen
RT2: What do you want for tidal volume?
MD: Let's do a tidal volume of four-fifty
Nurse2: Look at the monitor!
MD: cghhh, shit , he's bradying' down. IS THcT REcL?? Can I get a pulse check?
Nurse1: Pulse check is real, sir his heart rate is thirty-two
Nurse2: I got ten of Epi going in.
Nurse1: We need another crash cart, his Heart rate is zero
I lift thine eyes to the hills, praise him, oooh, praise him, ohhh, praise him!