We need Him

My name is Emily, and I am your nurse. You need Jesus more than Xanax. Ok. I'm done.

What Will They Think Of Next?

Every Sabbath when Andrew and I drive to church, we have a conversation that goes like this:

"Andrew, that is such a neat barn. Can you build me a barn like that?"

And then Andrew says something like: "Yes. And a house too. Tell me which house you like and I will build you one. The house of your dreams!"

Well, it is not always just like that, but it does come up frequently. I doubt Andrew will ever build me a house, but I have been collecting a few ideas.

Check out this house: a house with a drawer bedroom. Yes. A pullout room? YES!

Also:

Excuse me if you have seen this before, but this week I stayed one night at the hospital to sleep between my two shifts. There was an amazing discovery: a hide-away toilet! Right under the sink, right beside my bed!

Brilliant! It was a little unnerving actually using it though. It reminded me how vulnerable my patients feel when I accidently/purposefully walk into their room. (sigh.)

What will they think of next? I am trying to come up with something original. I am trying to make a crazy feature for a grass hut. I will let you know how that turns out... :) Maybe a slide that goes to a water hole from the hut?

Flame In My Throat

"Are you doing o.k., Ma'am?"

It sounded like she was trying to cough up an elephant or a bag of marbles, and it sure sounded awful.

"I'm fine... just the flame in my throat, you know", she responded.

My eyes widened. "Flame? In your throat?"

"Yeah, you know, flame."

The housekeeper that was mopping the room whispered to me, "Phlegm. Phlegm is whats she's a sayin'."

And I thought she could really breath fire.

I miss these girls.

Sabbath School

I just realized that the last blog post was nasty and even a bit rude. Maybe you like tuna and salmon. Maybe someone had to give you an enema and it was even more uncomfortable for you than it was for the nurse (most likely the case).

On a more positive note,

I think I will especially enjoy going to Sabbath School this quarter. This week's lesson was just the introduction to the rest of the quarterly on Emotions. The title of the lesson book is "Jesus Wept".

Go to Sabbath School, it is better than therapy.

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I am still trying to decide which is worse: giving an enema or feeding cats tuna and salmon.

They both irk me a bit. If the cats are eating, I cannot.