So, I'm a nurse, right? Right. I am. Really, truly. Registered and all. But I'm not. I don't believe in medicine. I don't believe in any of the "preventative medicine screenings" based on "scientific research." Yeah. Sorry. If you've ever read any of these "studies," and you have any sort of ability to think beyond what you're told, that shit "don't make no sense." Call me an ignorant nurse. But I'll call you an ignorant doctor.
And I really wanted to be a nurse practitioner. I really did. I really want to go further. Because I'm bored. Because I'm restless. Because once I know how to do something, I'm done. And, also, I want to help people. I really, really do. I like helping people. But I can't lie to myself. And I can't lie to people.
Don't get me wrong. Not all medicine is a lie. But a hell of a lot of it is an experiment. A human experiment. And that's unethical.
And we're just not quite so amazing as we think we are. Plan and simple, I think we know shit.
So, there you have it. My life is a lie. I go to work everyday and implement protocol that's just all an experiment. Granted, some of it does appear to help. A fellow nurse once said, "Ninty-eight percent of people live or die despite what we do. One percent are helped, and one percent die because of what we do." It was a super unscientific statement (I suppose), but it bears weight I think. And deserves consideration.
So, there you have it. What am I to do?
