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Tentative opening of Chapter 4, Work in Progress:
Wiltwyck Hospital was a small community hospital. We didn't have a lot of sophisticated resources. We didn't have________. We didn't have________. We didn't have________. We didn't have ________. There wasn't much we could do for COVID patients, but the COVID patients kept coming in anyway.
Problemo is not having been an RN during COVID, I don't have the slightest idea what resources might or might not have been available to a small community hospital.
I've been calling all my nurse friends and putting the question to them. Except they don't have the slightest idea either, since all of them had managed to get out of hospital nursing by the time COVID hit.
Yesterday, I chattered with Barbara Angell for an hour and a half.
And it was a great conversation, except that it did not yield me the info I was after.
Barbara did remind me that during COVID, all hospitals looked like lawn parties in the Hamptons since they were surrounded by these enormous white open-air tents where people were tested for COVID and had their vitals done so that once they were admitted, they could be shunted off to the COVID only wards.
And also that once they were admitted, COVID patients were forced to rest prone on beds, face down, because some CDC sartrap had ascertained that, however uncomfortable and unrestful this position might be, it provided the best aeration for damaged lungs.
So, I guess I will work with that.
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Meanwhile, it is a balmy 7° here in the quaint and scenic Hudson Valley. So cold, the chickens' water has been freezing over, so mornings start with me literally hammering through the ice scrim on the poultry fountain.
When the thermometer hits double digits, I will toddle off for my annual haircut. I am lucky, I have great hair. It always looks good until it hits that length where it begins to get weedy. It hit that length about a week ago.
I have the beginnings of a cold, which I'm trying to ignore. And now that I've restarted the gummie protocol, I am a bit braindead.
But better braindead than sleepless.
Plus the great thing about "braindead" is that you don't have enough battery charge to actually care that you're braindead!
Wiltwyck Hospital was a small community hospital. We didn't have a lot of sophisticated resources. We didn't have________. We didn't have________. We didn't have________. We didn't have ________. There wasn't much we could do for COVID patients, but the COVID patients kept coming in anyway.
Problemo is not having been an RN during COVID, I don't have the slightest idea what resources might or might not have been available to a small community hospital.
I've been calling all my nurse friends and putting the question to them. Except they don't have the slightest idea either, since all of them had managed to get out of hospital nursing by the time COVID hit.
Yesterday, I chattered with Barbara Angell for an hour and a half.
And it was a great conversation, except that it did not yield me the info I was after.
Barbara did remind me that during COVID, all hospitals looked like lawn parties in the Hamptons since they were surrounded by these enormous white open-air tents where people were tested for COVID and had their vitals done so that once they were admitted, they could be shunted off to the COVID only wards.
And also that once they were admitted, COVID patients were forced to rest prone on beds, face down, because some CDC sartrap had ascertained that, however uncomfortable and unrestful this position might be, it provided the best aeration for damaged lungs.
So, I guess I will work with that.
###
Meanwhile, it is a balmy 7° here in the quaint and scenic Hudson Valley. So cold, the chickens' water has been freezing over, so mornings start with me literally hammering through the ice scrim on the poultry fountain.
When the thermometer hits double digits, I will toddle off for my annual haircut. I am lucky, I have great hair. It always looks good until it hits that length where it begins to get weedy. It hit that length about a week ago.
I have the beginnings of a cold, which I'm trying to ignore. And now that I've restarted the gummie protocol, I am a bit braindead.
But better braindead than sleepless.
Plus the great thing about "braindead" is that you don't have enough battery charge to actually care that you're braindead!
