Heard this conversation the other day between a patient and a nurse.
"Time to go to your CT scan."
"Uhhhh, my tummy, don't turn me that way. It hurts."
"You drank all that contrast already, so really need to go to this CT scan."
"But my tummy, my back."
"Stop whining. You have to get this CT scan. Uh, I mean *kiss on the patient's forehead* we're going to move you over to the stretcher, you'll get the CT scan, then you'll be back, and we'll get you all settled for the night."
"And when the people complained, it displeased the LORD: and the LORD
heard it; and his anger was kindled; and the fire of the LORD burnt
among them, and consumed them that were in the uttermost parts of the
camp." Numbers 11:1
Thoughts and stories of a nurse, a Christian, and a women, who thinks too much, who Googles everything under the sun, and who worries too much, but is learning to trust God through it all.
Monday, July 8, 2013
Cigarettes
My patient called me a bitch last week.
She was angry because I was keeping her from her cigarettes.
Cigarettes.
Reason #2687 to not smoke.
"And the smoke of the incense, [which came] with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel's hand." Revelation 8:4
She was angry because I was keeping her from her cigarettes.
Cigarettes.
Reason #2687 to not smoke.
"And the smoke of the incense, [which came] with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel's hand." Revelation 8:4
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