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Some Biographical Data
Some of the mail I've received
on Sympathy for the Devil has asked about my religion or encouraged me
to explore someone else's. I don't discuss my beliefs, because I feel
anyone's relationship with God is personal and private, but I thought
I would tell you a little about the story behind Sympathy
for the Devil.
I was an RN for ten years-twelve
if you count the two years as a nursing student, which I often do. Most
of that time I worked in the ER, which I loved, but I was a nursing supervisor
for a year and I staffed a med-surg floor before I quit, and for a while
I worked in a couple of ICUs.
When I worked ICU, I saw the
things that Dayne saw. I did the things she did. I kept alive people who
wanted to die because their families wanted them to live and refused to
honor their wishes or their living wills. I felt brittle old ribs crack
under the heel of my left hand when I did CPR on people who were beyond
hope; I suctioned and cleaned and turned; did range-of-motion exercises
on comatose people to prevent contractures; read heart monitors and studied
EKG's; fought with IV lines and Swan-Gantz lines and titrated cardiac
drips and all the other thousand things medical technology makes possible
but not always right. Sometimes what I did helped. Sometimes people got
better. Almost as many times, I think, they didn't. People who go into
ICUs today are a lot sicker than they used to be, and while nurses can
do plenty of things to keep them alive, many times they can't do anything
to make them better.
Many of my patients suffered
the tortures of the damned. And because I was the one inflicting much
of that pain, I took it home with me.
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