**An Ode to Perfusionists**
In the heart of the hospital, where the beat never stops,
Perfusionists reign, on them no one tops.
With valves and circuits, they glide with ease,
Ensuring our lifeblood flows as it should, like the breeze.
Wearing caps and masks, in scrubs quite smart,
These heroes dive deep, straight into the heart.
A dance with machines, orchestrated and neat,
They keep circulation, their rhythm on beat.
In surgeries long, they hold the key,
To keep hearts pumping, to ensure life’s spree.
While patients rest gently, in dreams so deep,
Perfusionists labor, their vigil they keep.
Their machines hum softly, a rhythmic song,
They monitor pressures, ensuring nothing’s wrong.
Armed with precision, they balance the flow,
For they understand the currents that go.
With humor and heart, they face the stress,
Knowing the lives they hold, a heavy impress.
Yet laughter resounds in their close-knit team,
For humor is vital in their surreal dream.
From dawn till dusk, in theaters they dwell,
Navigating the currents where life and death dwell.
When valves are faulty and hearts need repair,
Perfusionists are there, with skill and care.
So here’s to you, guardians of flow,
In this week of appreciation, let the accolades show.
You harness the power of blood’s crimson tide,
With humor and grace, in you we confide.
Perfusionists, oh heroes, your work is divine,
In your capable hands, life’s threads entwine.
So raise a toast high, to the ones who steer,
The lifeblood of medicine, with wisdom and cheer.
