Finding the most beautiful light. Streams in through the laundry glass bricks in the shower stall, right through the hallway, at this time of year. Our house a sundial, the Zeppo the gnomon.
The OR staff are going to be "redeployed" to wherever the need is. This all changed yesterday. Everything is changing hour to hour, and no one can keep up. Our RNs are mostly going to be doing Care Navigation, the calls taken by clerical/certificate staff escalated to RNs. We then assess and reassure and, as appropriate, schedule tests, and visits (virtual or in person). I have promised myself not to hurry through the calls, to deliberately go slowly and work thoroughly. Take my time documenting. That will help, I think. Starts Monday.
Our IT folks are setting us up so we can work from empty ORs, my regular schedule-ish. There are no elective surgeries, only urgent ones, which accounts for less than 1/20th of what we normally run. I expect further use of our facility as the need increases. We have in-patient beds, clinic space, ventilators, we could certainly do swabbing to then send the tests in. I'm sure someone is already looking at this.
This is just great for my burn-out. Just great.
Lots of dreams, got some sort of face work from a very professional stylist, and a haircut in my dream last night. Really nice sort of double bob, brown underneath and slightly shorter black on top, he was very fast with the hair, too.
Reading about the increase in domestic violence, had to stop and hold Dylan tightly.
Shaved his head in the bright morning sunlight in the now clean laundry. We are so fortunate. And that's part of why I'm struggling to ramp up and do my duty. We've come so far to this place of comfort and security. I feel food-aggressive and territorial, snapping my jaws at any attempt to pull me out of my retreat. I will, of course. Feeling kicked while down, though. Eleanor supervised.
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This upheaval is still in its early stages, and it's impossible to be certain how it's going to play out.
I have noticed myself grappling with the restrictions (do I really I mean really have to do that?) and slowly coming to accept, after reading around widely, that I really do, if I really want to help, which I really do.
Every single person has a different capacity to address this catastrophe. I know that. Which means that a proportion just won't be able to deal with it, and so will endanger all of us. It's pointless yelling at them, as if they 'ought' to have more capacity than they have. We may or may not be able to find a way to look after them too.
Like you, I rely on my cats for balance. And on another cat, Henri, le chat noir (on Utube). And on my dearest family and friends. And on all the amazing people who have volunteered for our little local community support group. And I am listening to you too, Zhoen.
Gentle,
This is beautiful. Thank you.
Lovely photos and we are all struggling to find ways to cope. Staying in is difficult but it is the right thing to do.. I live in a condo building near Miami Beach with 600 units- since we have a significant amount of snow birds who have flown the coup, we have about 300 units filled right now. Many of the people are not being compliant but I realize I can't police everyone so I'm trying to stay in as much as possible except for my morning walk .. Stay safe
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