The chaplain is coming today to perform a marriage ceremony for one of our dying patients.
Word on the unit is: the patient is now non compos mentis barreling toward needing a 1:1 patient companion. (There was a marriage license finagled some days ago.)
I want (less than) zero part in this. Not even decorations or a slice of cake.
Also it will be the patientās 5th marriage.
Woof.
I was just asked to blow up balloons for this event. Absolutely not.
Iāve never been more grateful for my latex allergy.
(Also per policy, latex balloons arenāt allowed in the hospital which I think this nurse should be aware of. But here we are.)
Itās not that I am pooh-poohing this thing. Itās that Iām exercising my right to not be a part of itā¦ and I would rather not use my epi-pen for it.