I am tired of hearing about the coronavirus, which follows me around 24 hours a day. You may have some relief somewhere, but I can’t escape anywhere. I would like to share how I spent my day during this pandemic. First, I leave my house like a thief because I don’t want my daughter to see me. She keeps a list ready regarding the coronavirus, and I don’t want to answer her questions, “My lady, are we going to live? Should I assign them for the summer classes? Why would I sign if everybody dies?”.
On my way to work, I always go to a drive-through café to get a cup of coffee. For the past seven years, the same person has served a coffee to me, so she knows well what I do for a living, and she has her list of questions for me. She never forgets to ask a similar question, “any change? Any good news about the vaccination?” I am tired of telling her, “We will win over the deadly virus one day. I will let you know when the FDA approves prophylactic vaccination. I will be one of the first victims to get it”. Being first responders, we get priority to get the vaccination.
I don’t check my emails because they contain COVID 19 information. Some of the emails come directly from my medical group, and some come directly from the hospital, which makes total sense. I receive daily COVID emails from the WHO, the CDC, the IDPH, and medical journals and publications. All retail and department stores, banks, and insurance companies remind us to “be safe and stay home.” I was surprised to see the email from a local real estate agent who is ready to sell my house if I am in financial trouble due to losing my job because there are a lot of buyers willing to buy my house. Well, I still have my job.
When I reach work, I must go through the tent so the nurse can check my temperature, which is always high because I enter the tent sipping a hot coffee. The COVID triage nurse doesn’t hesitate to discourage me, “You still have time to run away.”
The security guard grins at me, “you seem excited fighting the battle again, or it is a busy day, and we are still getting a lot of COVID patients.”
I enter the doctor’s lounge to pick up my precious brown bag, my lifesaver now. My medical director always hates me, but now he is in an excellent relationship with me, “can we chat for a few moments before you start your shift. Give me some input on how we can manage COVID more efficiently”.
Next, I pick up extra supplies from charge nurses, who love handing me a bunch of paper to review, “Oh, the hospital has created some new policies for managing COVID, so please read carefully.” Have I ever followed any policy yet? So far, I have only followed the coronavirus policy.
In the next 10 to 12 hrs of my shift, I will spend managing the COVID 19 patients. Most of them fight with me, “why don’t I get tested here? What kind of hospital is this? Why do I need to go to COVID 19 testing center”? They curse me and yell at me. I smile back, “God Bless America. Help me.” Of course, we do the test, but only for the patients who are being admitted to the hospital. Most ED rooms are marked with signs of COVID/Airborne etc. Some patients are very sick, which requires our full intention.
Many just come due to a panic attack because they are afraid to die. The patients come with shortness of breath due to anxiety, but they think it is COVID. They don’t mind teaching me the signs and symptoms of COVID. Some come with printout information from Dr. Google. A 27 years woman came to our hospital three times within 24 hours because she had shortness of breath. We did every testing to exclude heart attack or some lung disease and embolism, but she was still not happy and wanted me to admit her; otherwise, she would sue me. Why do I need to admit her to the hospital? Why would I take the bed away from a sick person? COVID is not in her lungs but has reached into her brain, which we are not qualified to handle.
The media or the news channel broadcast only COVID 19. There are two COVID triage stations outside the ED. The nurses will call me, “Please come to the COVID tent.” The conversation at the nursing station would start with some different topics, but somehow it turns into a COVID.
Local vendors always deliver delicious food but never forget to write, “For our frontline fighters. Thanks for fighting COVID”. After working my shift, I again come to my house and enter like a thief. But I always get caught due to a high monitoring system in my home. So I loudly told my daughter, “Don’t come near me until I take a shower. I may be a carrier”.
I always find my daughter relaxing on my bed when I come out of the shower. She always asks, “Hey Lady, can you check the status of COVID 19 with me?”. If I say no, her answer is already ready, “I think you already isolated yourself 1.5 years ago, so you are immune”. Of course, I act like Mother India, so I help her search on WHO, CDC, and the IDPH website. The blog is also full of COVID articles.
All my shirts need to be dry cleaned, but the shop is closed, and the owner is Chinese, who did not forget to put the sign, “Shop is closed due to COVID.” I have ordered clothes that can be washed at home, but I won’t get reimbursement because of COVID.
I get text messages from people I have not spoken to for two years. They are curious about COVID but not about my wellness.
Unfortunately, nobody would let Americans enter their countries for at least the next 5-6 months. So, therefore, I will go to Alaska and pretend like I am in my beautiful Valley.
Finally, I go to bed. So far, COVID has full control over my brain.
Everyone is exhausted. Everybody is tired of dealing with this COVID 19.
“God Bless America and India; of course, the entire planet.”