True story:
I was assisting in surgery. I introduced myself to the new surgeon, this being his first case in our O.R. As we started to close and pressure eased, the surgeon asked some personal questions- where you from, family, blah...
He was from Detroit, so I asked about Motown. Had he seen any of the great soul groups, etc? He said his favorite music was gospel.
Then he asked if I was religious. I evaded. So the discussion turned to you know what and I said my brother is a born again Christian. The MD was delighted to hear this! Like an opening salvo. Meanwhile, the anasthesioligist put a CD on with a horrible bass solo. So I said, "if there really is a God, that bass solo would end right now!" Everybody laughed, took it in stride.
Then as we put dressings on the wound, the surgeon asked me if he could pray for me. I looked at the other nurse in the room, a look of instant death swarmed my being, I dared not flounder. So, in my brothers honor, I said OK. Talk about being put on the spot!
We all held hands- Surgeon, myself, circulating nurse and anasthesia- as the surgeon summed up all his powers and prayed for me and my soul from his deep down.
Honestly- I was on a cloud for the whole week. I really felt good, like I was Django in the clouds- heavenly!
After the deep, soul saving call for my soul, David, the anasthesiologist, told this joke.
A guy from NY goes on his dream vacation- the deep Congo of Africa!
All the arrangements are in order- 100 porters, translators, equipment, etc.
For days and weeks, he hears drumming in the jungle. Finally he asks the translator "what's the drumming about?" "Drumming good Bwana. Only when drumming stops, big trouble"
This news put a damper on the entire safari. He could not help himself, so the New Yorker asked, "what happens when the drumming stops?" "Everything good, drums good, we don't want drums to stop!"
The guy is getting worried. Suddenly, the drumming STOPS! The porters toss the equipment and run wildly through the jungle, screaming in a frenzy.
Bwana grabs the translator, "what's happening?"
"Run Bwana!"
"Time for the bass solo!!!"
I was assisting in surgery. I introduced myself to the new surgeon, this being his first case in our O.R. As we started to close and pressure eased, the surgeon asked some personal questions- where you from, family, blah...
He was from Detroit, so I asked about Motown. Had he seen any of the great soul groups, etc? He said his favorite music was gospel.
Then he asked if I was religious. I evaded. So the discussion turned to you know what and I said my brother is a born again Christian. The MD was delighted to hear this! Like an opening salvo. Meanwhile, the anasthesioligist put a CD on with a horrible bass solo. So I said, "if there really is a God, that bass solo would end right now!" Everybody laughed, took it in stride.
Then as we put dressings on the wound, the surgeon asked me if he could pray for me. I looked at the other nurse in the room, a look of instant death swarmed my being, I dared not flounder. So, in my brothers honor, I said OK. Talk about being put on the spot!
We all held hands- Surgeon, myself, circulating nurse and anasthesia- as the surgeon summed up all his powers and prayed for me and my soul from his deep down.
Honestly- I was on a cloud for the whole week. I really felt good, like I was Django in the clouds- heavenly!
After the deep, soul saving call for my soul, David, the anasthesiologist, told this joke.
A guy from NY goes on his dream vacation- the deep Congo of Africa!
All the arrangements are in order- 100 porters, translators, equipment, etc.
For days and weeks, he hears drumming in the jungle. Finally he asks the translator "what's the drumming about?" "Drumming good Bwana. Only when drumming stops, big trouble"
This news put a damper on the entire safari. He could not help himself, so the New Yorker asked, "what happens when the drumming stops?" "Everything good, drums good, we don't want drums to stop!"
The guy is getting worried. Suddenly, the drumming STOPS! The porters toss the equipment and run wildly through the jungle, screaming in a frenzy.
Bwana grabs the translator, "what's happening?"
"Run Bwana!"
"Time for the bass solo!!!"