While I was in the hospital I became addicted to morphine and Demerol. This was due to the excruciating pain I was in, they gave me a shot of morphine every six hours. I watched the clock like a hawk, wanting that escape I got from the drug. Ten minutes before it was due I would push my call button and ask for my shot. The reply was always the same, "You need to wait until it's time." After a while of doing this, the charge nurse came to me and very sternly said "We know when your shot is due, and we're not going to forget. All the nurses are getting upset with you. So I am asking you to stop calling about your meds. We got it covered."
The fact that the nurses were upset at me weighed heavy on my heart. I've never liked when anyone was mad at me, but a handful of people mad, was overwhelming. I thought, "What can I do to change the situation?" I apologized to each one, as I saw them, and told them a joke. This made everything good between me and the nurses. Eventually, my room became "Joke Telling Central." One day the nurses were going to get Chinese food and they pooled money to get me some too.
I wanted to pay them back for their kindness, but how? I had it, there were poinsettias being set out for Christmas decorations. As I was pushed around the hospital on visits from family and for therapy appointments, I would confiscate the poinsettias and give them to the nurses. They knew exactly where they came from, but it was our little secret...(tee, hee, hee).
Fools mock at making amends for sin, but goodwill is found among the upright.
Proverbs 14:9
I am blessed
Merrym Dawn Mathis Bruce
You are always so cute Mer. luv u
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