If I give you a quarter, can you buy a clue?

I don't mean to be mean. Shit that's a damn stupid thing to say. Let's put it this way:

How do I politely slap you upside the head in hopes of jarring some sense into you and by the way I really resent having to do this.....

Unless you are family, a medically necessary participant, or more importantly, a NURSE.... if you have to gown up to enter the room..... if you then knock on the door AS you're opening it to discover I am curled up on the edge of the hospital bed trying to cuddle my husband and then you have to KNOCK AGAIN to wake us up...

… then you're just damn lucky I'm half asleep because when I then discover that you are an unsolicited clergy who feels the need to spread the damn gospel, I assure you it is only the Buddha that is keeping the Scrapper from tossing you out of the room as the Comic is offending you beyond your best imagination.

Let me explain this for you.

I get up at 4 am so I can get some chores done before I do my 40 hour commute so I can spend 8 plus hours listening to people whine and complain because they've had a cold for two days and the antibiotics aren't helping (SHIT,that makes my head explode), and they can't afford the $4 co-pay on their Viagra prescription....blah, blah, blah. So that I can then drive an hour plus to hike another fifteen minutes to get to his bedside.... so that I can try to cheer him up because I cannot even imagine how horrible this is for him. FINALLY, from sheer exhaustion I ease onto the edge of the bed so that we'd be spoons if he could move at all. For a few moments we reach a comfort that is so overwhelming we both fall instantly asleep holding onto each other.

Then YOU. A complete stranger, by virtue of having been “anointed” by some governing body of someone's religion, deems it rightful and righteous to enter our room, then with full knowledge and intention, wake us up so that you can tell us that you are willing, able and desirous of bestowing comfort upon us. HELLO. Nurses, angels and family—in no particular order—have the right and are welcome to invade our space.

I'm sure you're a wonderful person, and Jesus loves you, yes He does. But seriously. What part of coming all the way into the room and waking us blessed us more than the comfort of each other's arms, blessed sleep and the angels around us? And then. You stood there and grilled us on how we're doing and how we're dealing until Rich was close to tears and then asked more than once what we need, like you have a rat's ass chance in hell of granting … anything.

Really? Really? REALLY?!?!?!?

Here's a thought. You tap on the door, and when no one answers, you GO AWAY. You leave your Clergy Card on the chart box and you leave. Second chance, you tap on the door, poke your head in, see two broken bodies lying in a hospital bed clinging to each other, obviously asleep and you GO AWAY.
OR, you stand silently and say a prayer for them and THEN go away. Which begs the question—were you there for us, or were you there for YOU?

Is it me? Am I being too critical? Too sensitive? Too British?

Next time, I'd prefer a fruit basket.