Its about time.
Friday.
Its been a long week. Early mornings, staying late.
8 to 430? Bahahaha not once.
I have my 40 hours in already, sometimes being on salary does not work in your favor.
But no working from home, no hazard pay, just the same day to day operations.
But I am good with that.
I have not had a dramatic change in my daily routine.
My hospital doesn’t close.
We are the support group that feeds everyone. No ordering pizza or Uber eats for patients.
I still get up and go to work.
I run a department, same as always. My expenses are higher due to changes in procedures, isolation trays, disposable everything.
My hands are dry and cracked from washing and extra sanitizer.
Some days I go home smelling like bleach.
But I am still rocking it.
We do not have direct contact with patients now, but the staff that does, comes down to our area to eat and relax a bit.
We are basically one big family in a big house together 8 to 14 hours a day.
We work side by side, share the same air and space.
We are in this together.
I pray for our work family.
I pray for my staff.
And I pray for me.
I pray for guidance to make the right decisions, I do the right things to help keep my staff healthy and safe.
I pray that God place his healing hand over our country, not just for a virus, cancer, or any other physical ailment, but over our hearts.
Heal whatever is causing the hate and turmoil within us. I pray those will ask for healing and comfort of their own hearts and those around them.
Pray for unification.
In that sense, we are all on the front lines.
All of us fighting an unseen evil.
We should be doing it together.
There is power in numbers.
Let’s just make sure the numbers are in our favor.
Love big my friends,
And pray even bigger.
Stay well and happy.
Lorene
