Wednesday, January 29, 2014
the last book I ever read (Sheri Fink's Five Days at Memorial, excerpt nine)
from Five Days at Memorial: Life and Death in a Storm-Ravaged Hospital by Sheri Fink:
Around the time the police arrived, Dr. Anna Pou excused herself from the second-floor lobby to take a nap. She returned an hour later and shooed away the infectious diseases doctor, who was anxious and having stomach problems. Pou told her to go get some rest.
Pou found clean scrubs to change into each day, but she was drenched and dirty, and for the third night in a row, she worked on scarcely an hour’s sleep. She had assumed an attitude of blindness, navigating dark corridors with the run of fingers along humid walls and ascending invisible staircases by kicking the steps ahead as she went and counting. With several doctors and crews of nurses, she changed patients’ diapers and dipped rags into water to make cool compresses. She said prayers with anxious nurses whose faith in their skills was shaken.