When she awakened from severe trauma,
Olga endured a whole other drama:
None of the legions of nurses and such
Was interested in talking to her much.
They busied themselves with various tasks,
But getting one to talk was a tough ask.
She could sense a presence through the bandage,
And hoping to spark polite badinage,
She cried out, "Hey, how's it goin' out there?"
More desperately, "Do you know I'm here?"
Finally, the nurse who changed the dripper
Answered her, one mouth at least unzippered.