No Rest For The Wicked
I was a nurse. I walked into a hospice patient’s room full of family arguing about inheritances and the will, right over their ailing relative. One of the visitors called me back into the room. What they asked me made my blood boil. They wanted to know if there was any way to speed the “process” along. She asked if “things” would go faster if they put a magnet over the patient’s pacemaker in an effort to deactivate the device.
She went on to explain that they were from out of town, had bought tickets to a live show, and were worried about missing it. Basically, it was taking too long for their family member to pass, and it was ruining their evening. All of this was within the earshot of my super sweet patient.
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