Odd to think about it now,
more than two decades since a bag
of blood failed to connect with a tube
and spilt over the chair, the floor and you.
Not knowing what to do we watched
it spread until the practical nurse
produced saline to remove the stain
and make it better, no harm done.
Just then the young doctor, Priya
popped her smiling face round the door
wanting to share the doughnuts she’d
bought to celebrate passing her exams.
Everyone laughed and enjoyed the fat,
the sugar, and the oozing sticky jam.
Those days there was always a party
in Haematology, always someone
who’d passed another exam.
