” Blackbirds tend to like Shiny Things” ~ The Bloody Raven
It’s about day 41 into this epic quarantine.
I turn to the clock at my bedside, here it comes. 1900 hours….
About two weeks ago it got started by a well-meaning individual in appreciation and acknowledgement to all Health care workers on the front lines of our Health Care system in dealing around the Pandemic. Then it spread throughout the Tri-cities and eventually in the entire Greater Vancouver region. My neighbours decide to haul out their New Year’s noise makers for 7:00 pm and join in this act of Appreciation of their Health Care Professionals.
I can understand being unemployed brings on a load of worries and anxieties especially when many of us have bills to pay, obligations to meet and I can see it on the faces of some of the shoppers and few pedestrians. I know that feeling of helplessness years ago before I received my tuition assistance to become a nurse and stopped having to depend too much on others helpful as they were.
Now I find myself on the other side of this Pandemic. I was able to put on hold my other moonlighting side jobs. I have a Certification in Respiratory and Ventilator equipment that puts me square on the cross hairs of the Emergency resource reallocation program if the larger hospitals lose too many key staff I may be ordered to report to where I am most needed. It hasn’t happened yet.
Even though my primary duties are to provide immediate care for the patients under my watch the bulk of my work involves around issues of Infection control, the tedious and meticulous sanitizing of all work surfaces, equipment, including door knobs, handles, light switches, pens, keyboards, phones and anything hands have been on. I work the odd day shift just to observe where hands go most often.
And if my free time can’t get any freer my baby sister calls me having coping issues since our Mom was placed into Residential Care. My little Sister has a terrible over compulsive fear of germs and now this Covid-19 nightmare! With her car broke down I got my hands full. I have never seen her in such a state of debilitating panic. I have to make the time to settle her down and review some coping skills. As if I'm already worried enough about Mum.
Well they had flawed data to begin with anyway.
We’re all in this together and thanks for the appreciation!
As long as I remain healthy, knock on wood, duty calls! I still love this job and if you can… keep stacking!
And, one more thing, Yellow PPE hospital wear is just NOT MY COLOR!
Kerris, your Gothic Night Nurse.
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I work in a Health Unit. I am a Gothic Nurse. - Salutem laboro in Unit. Nonne ego sum Antiqua.