Brdofpray
Recycles dryer sheets
Don’t know where to begin. We all have been impacted in various ways with the ongoing pandemic. Travel delays, cancelations, shortages, market woes, etc. have all become the rule. This community responds with meaningful discourse, sometimes humorous, which helps all cope, and vent.
Currently, I am sitting on my couch watching reruns of football games from last season, amidst a voluntary Corona virus quarantine. In one hour, DD, goes back to work at the hospital. She works the next three nights 7pm to 7 am. She is on a cardiac telemetry floor, one step below ICU. They already have all of their negative pressure rooms filled with Covid patients. Their protective gear supplies are running low. They are getting ready to use Hefty bags as gowns, and are starting to reuse masks. DW is making masks, according to published patterns from other hospitals. However, at this time, those masks are not approved for wear. A liability thing. This is where a bureaucracy meets a pandemic.
We were able to video chat with her last night. She lives alone, with only her dog. She will not see us in person, for the risk of passing the virus to us. Every day she comes home from work, wondering if she picked the virus up, and a new 14 day quarantine period begins for her. The angst, fear, frustration were palpable in her voice during our chat.
If the front line staff are not feeling protected and supported, how can they deliver the care that is so desperately needed at this time?
As a father, I am frustrated beyond belief for my daughter. If I think too hard about this entire situation, I begin to lose it. DW and I do not sleep, while DD is working her shift. I want to do something, make things better for her, but there is nothing at this point, but prayer.
What we all can do is to support and appreciate our healthcare workers, who are going to work daily to fight this pandemic. They are putting themselves at risk, with limited supplies, and sometimes, no appreciation. If you have any connections to medical staff, let them know, they are all heroes
So, I sit on the couch, and do my part to save the world by doing nothing.
Thanks for reading.
Currently, I am sitting on my couch watching reruns of football games from last season, amidst a voluntary Corona virus quarantine. In one hour, DD, goes back to work at the hospital. She works the next three nights 7pm to 7 am. She is on a cardiac telemetry floor, one step below ICU. They already have all of their negative pressure rooms filled with Covid patients. Their protective gear supplies are running low. They are getting ready to use Hefty bags as gowns, and are starting to reuse masks. DW is making masks, according to published patterns from other hospitals. However, at this time, those masks are not approved for wear. A liability thing. This is where a bureaucracy meets a pandemic.
We were able to video chat with her last night. She lives alone, with only her dog. She will not see us in person, for the risk of passing the virus to us. Every day she comes home from work, wondering if she picked the virus up, and a new 14 day quarantine period begins for her. The angst, fear, frustration were palpable in her voice during our chat.
If the front line staff are not feeling protected and supported, how can they deliver the care that is so desperately needed at this time?
As a father, I am frustrated beyond belief for my daughter. If I think too hard about this entire situation, I begin to lose it. DW and I do not sleep, while DD is working her shift. I want to do something, make things better for her, but there is nothing at this point, but prayer.
What we all can do is to support and appreciate our healthcare workers, who are going to work daily to fight this pandemic. They are putting themselves at risk, with limited supplies, and sometimes, no appreciation. If you have any connections to medical staff, let them know, they are all heroes
So, I sit on the couch, and do my part to save the world by doing nothing.
Thanks for reading.
