The clock strikes 8, morning has come.
One hour on the wards rounding all at once.
Chaos abounds with teams running about.
From a patient with heart failure with a diuretic being downed.
While another is coding with emergency care being hounded.
People rushing, patients talking, and machines all buzzing.
The sun is rising through the patient’s room window.
Breakfast is being served by the hard workers in the cafeteria below.
We scamper to run the list, all the way up and down.
Notes must be written, and labs must be ordered.
Everyone has their role to do, or else chaos is restored.
All this every day in one golden hour.
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