Servant of Satan

Normally when patients are confused, their conversations are very fragmented and have no specific order.   However this is not always the case.  This particular patient was definately not fragmented at all. 
She was an elderly lady in for a broken hip repair.  (Normally when an elderly patient gets a hip repair/replacement done, they usually end up confused or in even worse health then when they arrived at the hospital).  She was very confused and on top of the confusion she could not hear a peep without her hearing aids, which of course her family had not left with us.  Because she could not hear anything she just continued on in her conversation no matter what we were saying or doing.  
She was receiving blood because during the hip repair she had lost quite a bit and we needed to build her volume back up.  Surprise surprise as the blood transfusion was only about half way complete, she pulled her IV out. There was blood everywhere.  It looked like there had been a massacre in her room.  I went into replace the IV not exactly sure if in her confused state she would let me.  I recruited one of the techs to help me steady her arm and to help me clean her up and change her bed after I was finished.  
As soon as I began prepping my supplies and cleaning her arm, she started to pray.  She continued to pray about how this was the end and it was time.  She then went on to say "Forgive them for they know not what they do.  Forgive this servant of satan (pointing at me) and forgive this rapist.  Make them see the wrong in their ways."  That was the first time I have been called a servant of Satan and was very interesting.  As I finished cleaning her up, she started a narration (complete with all her family, her brother and dead sister in the room).  She was rambling on.  She continued this for 12 straight hours and in those 12 hours she told the longest narration I have ever heard.  And it had a timeline.  Her family and her had went to church (I'm guessing this was during her praying time), drove home, then went to a party up in the hills, then to an after party (at this point she was going on and on about all the alcoholic drinks she was having and how she wanted "just one more beer").  On the way home from the after party, her brother almost ran over a child and they ended up in the creek and almost drowning.  From there they made it home where her sister managed to break her most precious belonging and boy did she get mad.  At this time it was 0600 and I got busy and lost track of her conversation but it left me wondering what kind of interesting life she had led.