I am a retired Family Nurse Practitioner who started as an ER nurse with the Indian Health Service in the Southwest. I once filled in on Surgery Recovery for a couple of shifts and ran smack into this nurse who wanted Christian music playing on the radio in the recovery unit. He was the senior nurse, so nobody questioned him. My very first patient seemed to be doing well when she suddenly started sobbing. I increased her pain drip and asked what was the matter? She said "I heard the music and thought I was in Heaven. Now that I'm awake, I know I have to go back to my husband." Poor Christians. No pain drip for that.

Just tell em. No I didn't go to nursing school. bother? Jesus taught me all I need to know. And throw in " neither did your doctor" its all miracles!

Next time hand the needle to the patient and just say " let's cut out the middleman since Jesus should be able to guide your hand just as well"

Did you feel special to have Jesus himself guiding your hand? I guess all that training you took was a waste of time an money, all you really needed to do was pray. Blows my mind how self-important these people are to think that a god that lets so many terrible things to go on interviens to help them with their day to day activities.

This reminds me of my father and sister’s Hospice care. My father passed away last April, age 97, my sister, just two months ago, but age 65. I remember giving the Hospice Nurse the book, “The Rise and Fall of Freddie the Leaf”. A book that talks about end of life, but without mentioning religion.