Saturday, December 24, 2005

This morning as I was giving change of shift report, I began with the patients in labor and included in this a report of a teenage mom who had recently married, but the father of the baby wasn't her husband, that the biological father hadn't been involved since conception.

There is also a porcelain baby Jesus in a box in the nursery. At exactly one minute after midnight tonight, some one has to carry him out to the Nativity scene in front of the hospital. I just love those blond haired, blue eyed middle eastern Jews

Merry freaking Christmas, ya'll.

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