Book Board Chat

good evening, y'all.

i was a labor and delivery nurse in a (wonderful) catholic hospital run by the sisters of mercy. having been raised methodist, i thought that st. joe would do all kinds of charitable things, but st. joe operated in the black, like no other hospital where i had worked. at the beginning of each hall for 9 floors of 4 wings each was one double occupancy room; all the rest were private. and if you had no insurance, arrangements were made before you were admitted or else you were shipped somewhere else, like savannah freemorial.

all the delivery rooms had bottles of holy water. as a good little methodist, i was horrified of running out and refilled the bottles at the beginning of my shift. if there is holy water in the bottle and you add water, it is all holy water, but if the bottle is empty, the water has to be blessed again.

joanne, the mercy nuns didn't pick a name; they just baptized and then went right on trying to save the baby's life.

you could do a lot worse than 'coming to' with a bunch of mean old nuns around you. they don't like to give up.