My elderly parents, who I, even as an ICU RN, could not talk out of making a cross country move and visiting all of their relatives along the way, are in Texas now.
My aunt and uncle who they saw in AZ are now covid positive and my mom is sick.
I just want to throw up and cry.
If my mom does have covid, which seems likely, seeing as they visited my aunt/uncle 2 days prior to their positive diagnosis -- they hung out with my brother's wife's whole family on Christmas, including her elderly parents as well.
I try and I try and I do nothing but try and for what?
What is even the point of all this trying?
I am breaking myself and for why or who or who the fuck cares?
All I want is for people to listen to me and do the right thing.
That's all I've ever wanted.
I don't know why it's so hard when it could've been so easy.
I'm gonna go cry with Paul now.
I'm lost.
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Texting my dad with quarantine instructions for himself and everyone in my brother's household and everyone they saw over Xmas.
While at work.
Taking care of covid patients.
My current pt, I asked our MD what the plan is, and he was all, "find more people to carry the coffin" -- by which he means involve a few more services, so we can get this family to understand that the patient won't make it.
My husband asked if I should come home.
I can't.
Can't change anything for my mom, she's 3 states away.
Can't bone over my coworkers. My patient is a 1:1, we're gonna be short at 11 as is.
Told him my plan was just to be a mess on twitter so here we are.
It's really frustrating to not have the right words to explain all this covid/nursing as someone who writes professionally.
When you're a writer you're used to thinking, 'There's some perfect way to explain this experience. If I keep trying, I'll get it right, and people will understand me. I can make this experience universal. I can change lives.'
I keep trying, and there's just...not.
I feel like a whiner. We're merely full, but not slammed. But I can't help but see what's coming for us. And feel how disposable our lives and the candlewicks of our souls seem to be.
There are several different levels of oxygenating people depending on their need and what's wrong with them.
Sometimes people's lungs aren't elastic enough for proper air exchange, other times ppl's lungs can't get the O2 outta the air (ARDS), etc.
So when you start off 2/
you start with a nasal canula, like y'all have all seen on TV before. Obviously that's not a tight seal in someone's nose, it's just those little prongs, right?
But sometimes just goosing people with some extra O2 airflow is enough to help them breathe.
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