I am 61, have bad lungs and work in health care. Yes I worry about COVID. I worry about me, my family. I worry about my patients, my co
workers, and I worry about the people and animals at SAINTS.
This is a difficult time, it is scary waiting for the big shoe to drop.
Many of the nurses I work with are scared. They don't know what this virus will mean to them, to their families and friends. None of us do but we are all afraid it might be bad.
Everyone I know is worried and none of us have that crystal ball to tell us what to expect.
I have been thinking about this a lot. About how to cope with this much uncertainty. And I don't have any answers except two things that continue to stand in front of me.
I am a nurse and because of that i have a job to do.
And I am a rescuer and that gives me my second job to do.
Come what may, we all have jobs to do right now. To be nurses, to be rescuers, to be parents, partners, sons and daughters, sisters and brothers, doctors, grocery clerks, pharmacists, gas station attendants, daycare providers, police officers, paramedics, firefighters, correctional officers, scientists, cleaners..whatever.
We have to do our jobs a little bit differently, with a lot more stress. We have to self isolate and live with a little less freedom, with a little bit more caution and responsibility than maybe we once had.
But come what may, one day this too will pass. And maybe we learned some things along this current frightening path.
Our communities matter, our families matter, you and I matter. Our earth, our environment and the animals who dwell here with us matter.
We can make a difference, we can make things better.
We just have to do our jobs the best that we can.
Gideon knew that.