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.
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Saturday, December 15, 2012
Girls Are Crazy
This girl was looking at herself intensely in the mirror and her friend asked her what she was looking at.
She said, "I'm feeling really self conscious about my hair."
"Why? Your hair looks perfect."
"Yeah, like I'm going to a piano recital."
"Don't they want perfect hair at piano recitals?"
"Yeah...."
"Then took Mary a pound of ointment of spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped his feet with her hair: and the house was filled with the odour of the ointment." John 12:3
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