The Morphine Is The Real Gravy

I’m a nurse, working in the hospital on Thanksgiving. I overhear the following at the nurses’ station:

Nurse #1: “Bed twelve wants to know if we are taking the day off for the holiday.”

Nurse #2: “Sure. Just tell him we’ll leave the morphine on self-serve and to lock up on the way out.”

Between that and the home-made cookies shaped like turkeys (the icing was meant to make them look happy, but they came out looking… concerned?), it was an interesting shift!