Me: "You being safe out there?"
Him: "You already know what it is. Got the hand sanitizer, back up masks, all that!"
*laughter*
Me: "Dang, you even wearing gloves."
Him: "Got a whole box in the truck. I ain't playin'!"
*laughter*
2/ Me: "That's what's up."
Him: *turns to walk off*
Me: "Hey. . . .you planning to get the #COVIDVaccine when you can get it?"
He stopped in the middle of the lawn. Then he pulled his head back and then cocked it to one side.
Him: "Am I gon' what?"
Rut roh.
3/ Me: *talking from doorway* "Get the vaccine to prevent #COVID19."
Him: *squinting eyes and (probably) smirking under mask* "Are you crazy?"
*silence*
Him: "Heeeeeeellllll yeah I'm getting that shot! Shoot, you got one in your house?"
*laughter*
4/ Me: "Good stuff."
Him: "Yeah. I ain't fully sure about it all but you know what I am sure about? Not wanting to die or end up with a stroke."
Hmm. A stroke.
Him: "This dude I know I had a stroke from #COVID. A young dude, too. With kids."
Me: "Damn."
I didn't ask more.
5/ Me: "Alright then, fam. I didn't need to sign?"
Him: "Nah, you good."
Me: "Be careful out there."
Him: *getting in truck waving* "You already know what it is."
Not wanting to die or become disabled from #COVID19. That was his why.
On my rounds one day, I was with a med student talking to these two women about their seriously ill father. They were worried, tired, and understandably nervous. They asked a lot of questions.
A whole lot.
Damn, they were scared.
2/ Then, in the middle of an explanation, I was making hand gestures and one sister interrupted me suddenly.
Her: "Wait. Can I see your hand?"
She slowly turned over my right hand, gasped and then looked over at her sister.
Her: *whispering to sister* "You see that?"
3/ The other sister closed her eyes. Then she smiled and then nodded slowly.
Sister: "You're our soror."
She shook her head and released a big relieved sigh.
Then we embraced in a tight three-way Delta hug as tears rolled down their cheeks.
Them: *ringing up items* “You find everything okay?”
Me: “Yup.”
Them: “I like your hair.”
Me: “Hey—thanks.”
Them: *nods while continuing to swipe items*
*beep-beep-beep*
Them: “Is that highlights? Or . . . .“
Me: “Grey?”
*laughter*
2/ Me: “Yup. I’m openly grey.”
*laughter*
Them: “Well, it’s working for you.”
Me: “’Preciate that.”
*beep-beep-beep*
Me: “Can I ask you a question since you got all up in my grey-hair business?”
*laughter*
Me: “You getting the #COVIDVaccine when it’s offered to you?”
3/ Them: *raises eyebrows*
Me: “Ha ha ha that’s not a answer.”
*laughter*
Them: “Wait--you a doctor or something?”
Me: *patting my head* “One with grey hair, yes.”
Them: *laughing* “You funny. But nah, doc. I’m cool on that vaccine.”
1/ You: “They crazy as hell if they think I’m doing that shit.”
We stared at the wall-mounted TV showing the news. Health care workers gleefully rolled up sleeves and smiled for cameras as they received the first batches of the #COVIDVaccine.
You shook your head hard.
2/ I’d swung by to check on you after missing you on rounds earlier that morning. Even though the television was muted, what was happening was clear.
Me: “What makes you say that?”
You cocked your head and raised your eyebrows at me.
Then threw back your head and laughed.
3/ Me: “I’m serious!”
You: “Shiiit, I am, too!”
*laughter*
Me: “But real talk, though. What makes you say that?”
You: “Say what? Say I ain’t taking that half-cooked shot they peddling?”
Your reply was telling.
I sat on the bedside chair and waited to see what you’d say next.
Me: “Sis! I got your text. Damn.”
Her: *coughs* “Yeah. I feel like I got run over by a truck.”
Me: “How's your breathing?”
Her: “Bad cough. But OK, I guess.”
*coughing paroxysm*
Me: “Do you feel short-winded?”
Her: “No. Just worn down.”
Me: "Okay."
*silence*
2/ Her: “Dang. I would be the one to test positive for #COVID on the same damn day they start giving the vaccine.” *chuckles then coughs*
I wasn’t sure what to say to that. So, I let out a weak laugh, too.
Her: "Damn. This is kinda scary."
Me: *thinking* "Yeah."
It is.
3/ Her: “What should I do?”
Me: “Well, you’re already isolated. So that’s good.”
After that, I told her about supportive care, red flags and reasons to go to the hospital. As I was talking, she started coughing again. Super hard.
Me: *smiles* "I'm in sorts I promise. Now tell me--you alright?"
Him: "Me? Feeling a little better."
Me: "How's your wind?"
Him: "Waaay better."
Me: "Yay."
2/ I sit him up and carefully untie the back of his gown. On cue, he takes breaths in and out as I listen intently.
Me: "Lungs sound good." *moves around to front of chest* "I'm listening to your heart now. You can just breathe regular now."
Him: "Okay."
3/ After pressing my palm to his chest to feel his heart, I search his chest with stethoscope. Although it's not normal, it hasn't changed. Still he keeps making big gasps, forcing breaths in and out the whole time exaggeratedly.