I’d like to think Jesus Christ, who was supposed to be the epitomy of a perfect human being, would have thicker skinned than that. I mean we are made in God’s image, so would not God have a sense of humor also?
I didn’t say Jesus was offended. I said I was. Well, annoyed is a better word.
Jesus sock confirmed.
We’ve had the Joint Commission here the past three days. Long story short is that this organization is very important to hospital accreditation and ability to continue under Medicare funding. We have to impress them!
So they are sharing stories of both good and bad this morning about their observations the previous day. A nurse named Jesus (Hey, Zeus!) was transfusing blood to a patient, which can be a lifesaving practice. He did a great job demonstrating everything, except that he did not use gloves at the appropriate time when spiking the bag of blood.
I wanted to make a joke aloud, but due to the decorum of the setting, I had to limit it to texting one of my colleagues in the room.
Me: “So…you might say that patient was saved by the blood of Jesus!”
*After some quiet snickering*
Colleague: “Yeah, but he didn’t wear gloves.”
Me: “Jesus heals with his bare hands!”
*More snickering*
I have been rather pleased with myself ever since.