Stuff stuff and more stuff

That's what we are getting. See, when you have a baby, especially if its the first born of a particaular family, people throw these amazing things called showers in which you get all sorts of fun things - yes, for some reason now, diaper bags, pooh decorated pillows and rubber duckies are now fun. Normally people around you give you a shower, but for some strange reason, mom refuses to give one. Well, actually she wants to throw a "meet the baby" party during easter, which is a month late and entirely pointless. The mother-in-law, and family not living in this glorius state of FL, was totally aghast at the idea that we would not have a shower and organized one 900 miles away. So in the next day or two, we're getting boxes (literally lots and lots) delivered to us via UPS.

In work happenings, I'm semi on the palliative care team now. Just what the morbid side of me needs (and wants). I saw someone today (1 of 4 cases) that was just a really heart pulling, sad case. Since I dont want HIPAA breathing down my neck for divulging any sort of IDing remarks, I will just sum it up the pts case in which multiple care givers have said "I've never said this about anyone before, but this pt really just needs to die" And maybe I'm a blasphemous chaplain now, but I agree.