Let's be real...COVID is still testing me
My last post was titled COVID tested me as if it was a past tense thing. It's so funny to post a title and then chuckle to myself because I knew it wasn't true. It didn't take long for work to show me how much more COVID has been testing me and continues to test me. Let me be honest, COVID is still testing me. I stood there shoulder to shoulder with my co-workers as we watched the life leave his body. The flashing red on his monitor normally initiates the hysteria that Hollywood plays up, it's called a code. Tonight my eyes welled up with tears because I knew he wore a purple band around his wrist to signify NO CPR. He knew pushing on his chest would be futile but he had given me a glimmer of hope and it faded in that instant. I balled the whole drive home. I wanted to punch a wall I was so angry. He was with us for at least 3 weeks and I was privileged to care for him during his time with us. It was the start of the worst month this year because we were losing so...