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Design by Justin Negard

Founders’ note: Not everyone is born with the ability to use their voice. Not everyone can easily communicate their thoughts, feelings, hopes and dreams. On this page, we’re give nonspeaking people in our community the opportunity to be heard. The authors are students at Mouth to Hand Learning Center in Mount Kisco. You can read about Mouth to Hand in the article “Force of Nature” on our website or in the September/October 2023 issue.

Oh woe is me, I gotta pee

There are no nurses near

My legs are jello, I cannot walk

It’s bedpan time, I fear

My arms look like a pincushion

My IV’s jingle, my monitors beep

Compared to the food, that’s all a picnic

And of course there’s the joy of getting no sleep

It’s four a.m., the lights turn on

Good morning, booms the nurse

It’s time to get a blood draw done

I look at her and curse

O celebrate the plastic bucket

When you gotta go, you got a lot to lose

I’m singing the bedpan blues

Oy vey, I need to pee again

And now I need to poo

Hello my friend, beloved pan

My best friend is totally you

Hospitals are such cheery places

Better than any vacation

Who needs a trip to Paris or Rome

This is the dream location

Time to take your temperature

That thermometer looks terrifying

Maybe you have a fever, the nurse grins at me

If she tries to stick that in by butt, I’m dying

O celebrate the plastic bucket

When you gotta go, you got a lot to lose

I’m singing the bedpan blues

Now it’s time to take your medicine

There are ninety-eight pills in that cup

If I have to swallow all of them

I’ll definitely throw up

I’ve been here for a thousand years

My chart looks like a tome

Is there a world outside this place?

Oh I remember, it’s called home

It’s a place where I wear actual clothes

The food is good as you can get

And no one wakes you fifty times

And hallelujah, a toilet

O celebrate the plastic bucket

When you gotta go, you got a lot to lose

I’m singing the bedpan blues

O celebrate the plastic bucket

Jazz hands folks, I gotta go

I sing the weepy bedpan blues

I love my excretory blues.

This article was published in the July/August 2025 edition of Connect to Northern Westchester.

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Justin is an award-winning designer and photographer. He was the owner and creative director at Future Boy Design, producing work for clients such as National Parks Service, Vintage Cinemas, The Tarrytown Music Hall, and others. His work has appeared in Bloomberg TV, South by Southwest (SXSW), Edible Magazine, Westchester Magazine, Refinery 29, the Art Directors Club, AIGA and more.

Justin is a two-time winner of the International Design Awards, American Photography and Latin America Fotografia. Vice News has called Justin Negard as “one of the best artists working today.”

He is the author of two books, On Design, which discusses principles and the business of design, and Bogotà which is a photographic journey through the Colombian capital.

Additionally, Justin has served as Creative Director at CityMouse Inc., an NYC-based design firm which provides accessible design for people with disabilities, and has been awarded by the City of New York, MIT Media Lab and South By Southwest.

He lives in Katonah with his wonderfully patient wife, son and daughter.