After having worked in an ICU this past year, I would literally get any vaccine on the market shoved into my arm, while I (& possibly the person providing it) were blindfolded, even if I knew it was mixed with lead & arsenic (which I know they aren't.)
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Like they could spin the wheel of goddamned theoretical contaminants, and I'd be all, 'You know, guinea worms don't sound so bad, by comparison, shoot one of those fuckers in there too.'
2x
We've left the ppl of Flint, MI waiting this whole effing time to get their pipes cleaned up, you drink water out of plastic bottles in neon colors all day, you think Starbux is healthy, and everyone likes to feed their livers wine.
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Unless you, you anti-vax mfer, are sitting at home, encased in pure cotton that you harvested your damn self, breathing air that you personally pumped through a HEPA filter, and eating food that you harvested out of your own effing garden....
get your fucking vax.
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While the venn diagram between hospital work & police work aren't 100%, they do share many similarities -- we're both forward facing to the public, we work with people from all walks of life, and we're both threatened with personal violence.
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And, sometimes, sadly, people do lose their lives.
When you accidentally harm someone at the hospital, it's called an sentinel event.
Immediately afterwards a fleet of people step in and consider what happened, how to fix it, and how to stop it from ever happening again.
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At my old hospital, we had a pediatric nurse float over to care for a pediatric burned patient.
She put oral oxycodone into an IV line.
Now, already, there's ways to prevent damage from taking place -- oral oxy is a vibrant pink-orange....
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.
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?
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.