I guess people are starting to balk against the quarantine. There are so many inconsistencies … prisoners let loose to prevent them getting the virus, yet people out and about are arrested and put in jail for not having a mask (even though they are more than 6 feet away from anyone else). Abortion clinic, box stores and government daily briefings are conducting business as usual for the most part, yet the camping areas are closed off, fishing is forbidden with people pulled off the water when they are the only ones around.
It was my turn. It happened a while back. My turn to work with a patient who we later test for Covid19. So I had to check my temperature every 12 hours. I still went to work, but I felt I must almost wear my mask in my own home. I was bleaching everything I touch, and not doing my organizing stuff like I wanted to. To protect my family. I was wearing my hospital issued yellow thin mask, when I would greatly prefer to wear my thick homemade mask that Lizzie made for me. Whatever.
I am on call tonight. We had three nurses and one aide on night shift scheduled, and with so few patients around, two of us are on call each night. That means that I will probably be on call every other night during my set. The twist, is that day shift was short a nurse. So, I was going to be on call for this night shift, work the day shift, and be on call for the next night. Maybe. I guess there is an emergency Covid19 funds that allow me to be paid in full when I am on call. It is activated because I agreed to be in a float pool so they could send me where ever they needed me. Yay for my side! I don’t actually have to work day shift. They got another nurse to work that. Good thing, too, because I really don’t like working day shift. Too much chaos, what with the Doctors, and Orders, and Families — Oh, My! But I am willing to do what it takes to make sure the patients are well cared for, and my fellow caregivers are not burned out.
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