I didn’t get any option or any warning when they turned the med-surg floor I work on into the designated COVID-19 unit.
I’m a NEW nurse. I will hit my year mark in the middle of a pandemic. This is NOT what I signed up for. I didn’t sign up to carry a N95 in a sack that I had to sign out and pray that it lasts me an indefinite time period. I wanted to help people, yes. I did NOT want to have to send my daughter to her grandparents for an indefinite amount of time.
My house is so quiet. There is no Paw Patrol on the TV. There is no running down the hallway. There is no laughter on the couch next to me. It’s just me and my husband...in silence.
Facetime sucks. I love seeing her and talking to her but I can’t hold her. I can’t give her night time snuggles and It hurts my heart when she says, “Mommy can you come get me tomorrow? I miss you.”
I signed up to be a nurse. To help my communities. To help my neighbors. To help to heal the sick and to comfort those who are hurting. I didn’t know it would cost me my own comfort. I didn’t know I would wake up for work in an intense anxiety full of fear to go to work. To worry about my mask. To worry about getting sick and possibly infecting my spouse. I keep seeing things around here and in other places that say, “...this is what you signed up for.” Definitely not.
I never in my life thought I would have to beg, borrow, cheat, or steal just to find ONE can of disinfectant spray. I don’t even live somewhere that is hit the hardest. I called around to several locations begging them to please just give me a call when their trucks come in to make an effort to disinfect my car.
None of this gives me peace. None of this gives me sanity. All I know is my house is too damn quiet and my mind is too damn loud. I know I’m not alone in this but it sure feels like it.
Honestly, I’m just really scared.
Thank you to everyone that is helping battle this virus. Thank you for putting in your full effort. My heart goes out to those that have lost loved ones. ❤️
I’m a nurse. I’m a mom. I’m a wife.
I didn’t get any option or any warning when they turned the med-surg floor I work on into the designated COVID-19 unit.
I’m a NEW nurse. I will hit my year mark in the middle of a pandemic. This is NOT what I signed up for. I didn’t sign up to carry a N95 in a sack that I had to sign out and pray that it lasts me an indefinite time period. I wanted to help people, yes. I did NOT want to have to send my daughter to her grandparents for an indefinite amount of time.
My house is so quiet. There is no Paw Patrol on the TV. There is no running down the hallway. There is no laughter on the couch next to me. It’s just me and my husband...in silence.
Facetime sucks. I love seeing her and talking to her but I can’t hold her. I can’t give her night time snuggles and It hurts my heart when she says, “Mommy can you come get me tomorrow? I miss you.”
I signed up to be a nurse. To help my communities. To help my neighbors. To help to heal the sick and to comfort those who are hurting. I didn’t know it would cost me my own comfort. I didn’t know I would wake up for work in an intense anxiety full of fear to go to work. To worry about my mask. To worry about getting sick and possibly infecting my spouse. I keep seeing things around here and in other places that say, “...this is what you signed up for.” Definitely not.
I never in my life thought I would have to beg, borrow, cheat, or steal just to find ONE can of disinfectant spray. I don’t even live somewhere that is hit the hardest. I called around to several locations begging them to please just give me a call when their trucks come in to make an effort to disinfect my car.
None of this gives me peace.
None of this gives me sanity.
All I know is my house is too damn quiet and my mind is too damn loud.
I know I’m not alone in this but it sure feels like it.
Honestly, I’m just really scared.
Thank you to everyone that is helping battle this virus. Thank you for putting in your full effort. My heart goes out to those that have lost loved ones. ❤️
thanks for letting me vent.