I was in the hospital over Memorial weekend. Our hospital and essential workers deserve every consideration and all the help we can give them.this is what I wrote about my experience.
We are here for a very short time. In the short time we have powerful choices to make. We can spread love and kindness or we can be indifferent and spread hurt and pain. We can choose to see the divinity in all or we can justify cruelty by claiming the “other” is not like us.
We do not control much in our lives, we don’t control the weather, the seasons, the changing tides, or a novel killer virus. We do control how we treat one another.
The earth is truly abundant, if we would share, there would be enough for everyone.
I have more observations from my experience in the hospital during the covid time of crisis. The anxiety and fear are palpable. You can see it in the hospital workers faces, you can hear it in their voices, you can feel it in the careful way they approach you. It is thick and heavy. The contrasts are sharp, from the frantic hustle in the ER to the eerily quiet and empty hallways. There are no visitors, no friends and family, no loved ones, only the hospital workers and the sick and dying.
There is the hand made signs telling the essential workers, they are heroes and that they are loved. Signs made by children, who, they hopefully will never meet.
When I went to the ER, there were only three other people there. A broken finger, an infected cut on a leg, and another person whose reason I didn’t overhear. I was whisked in because of chest pain and my extraordinarily high blood pressure. Bloodwork, an EKG, a urine sample were done immediately. The intake area for walk-ins was also relatively quiet and efficient. I was told quickly; I was going to be admitted. I was in a holding area while an ER room was disinfected for me. A nurse was in the room at her station most of the time, an ER doctor checked on me frequently. They apologized for the wait, disinfecting a room takes time.
About three hours after I walked in, the room was ready. I was hooked up to all the machines, an IV port had already been put in when my blood was taken. I was given drugs to prevent a heart attack, drugs to bring down my BP, more drugs to bring down my BP, nitro paste on my chest, something for pain, again drugs to lower my BP.
The nurse’s station was directly outside my glass walled door, across from that was the trauma room. I could see the trauma teams rushing in and out with equipment. To the left of the nurse’s station was the line of patients coming in from ambulances and all the fire rescue giving report. I could hear the ambulances calling in to say they were coming; suspected covid, suspected covid, suspected covid, heart attack, covid, car accident, covid, covid, covid… I was in the ER 10 hours and the line of ambulances never stopped or paused. I heard the codes being called and saw the nurses and doctors, running, running, never stopping.
I had a covid test to determine whether I was going to be put on the Covid floor or on Cardiac. The rapid test came back negative. Thankfully, I was moved to the cardiac floor. It was quiet and still on the floor, I let my family know I was moved and the room number.
In this time of Covid, no family or friends can come into the hospital. You are alone, there is no one to be your advocate or helper. The pain in my head was so bad I could hardly form a sentence, let alone follow what the nurses and doctors were telling me. I tried very hard, but most of it is a blur. So, it is the big picture I remember, most of what was happening to me is fuzzy.
Everyone wore a mask, both the patients and all of the staff. I noticed housekeeping wearing two masks. Many of the doctors and nurse wear the clear plastic face masks as well. It protects their eyes, you can catch Covid through your eyes. When they speak to you they stand back from your bed. They only approach to examine you and then back away. They wash their hands before and after putting on gloves. Medicine is put in little plastic cups and placed on your tray, then pushed to you, and the nurse watches you take it. When I threw up a nursing assistant got very upset. You can get Covid from body fluids. I want to emphasis, you are alone. If you die, you will die alone, your loved ones will not be with you.
I did not watch the news or read the news when I was in the hospital over the Memorial Day weekend. I only saw the pictures of masses of people out at pools, bars, and beaches when I got home. No masks, no social distancing. What is wrong with these selfish idiots? I can only think of what a great rabbi said has he hung on a cross dying. “Forgive them father, for they know not what they do.”
Your belief in Jesus is not going to save you or your family and friends from Covid. Your new age spiritual evolvement is not going to save you either. You are in a physical body, with physical needs, and vulnerabilities. If you are cut, you will bleed, if you fall from a roof, you likely will break a bone.
Wear a mask when you go out. Do it for selfish reasons and do it for altruistic ones. Maintain social distant and stay at home as much as possible. This virus is invisible, but the consequences of it are not. It is deadly. I witnessed it, I sit here and cry from what I saw and heard.
You wear pants, shoes, and a shirt when you go out, how hard is it to wear a mask? Please explain to me how it infringes upon your “freedoms”? Your freedom to be a selfish asshole and to spread or catch something deadly? Specifically, what freedom does wearing a mask take from you?
I beg you, please wear a mask, social distance, wash your hands, and stay at home as much as possible. By doing these simple things, you protect yourself, your loved ones, your friends, and all of the hospital workers, so if you need it, they will be there to save your life.
Be kind to one another, try to see the G-D spark in all. If we could do that perhaps we will be able to heal ourselves and our world. Remember, there is no “other”, there is only us. Namaste and Shalom