I called to check up on my annuity with Prudential. The young man said, "You said you were a nurse. How is it going where you are?"
Suddenly my chin began to quiver. My voice changed to this raspy laryngeal tightened tearful talk. I told the young man I'd had a meltdown yesterday and apologized for obviously busting out in tears on the phone. I explained the hospital has asked me to come out of psychiatry and use my med/surg ICU skills as they are transforming the third floor into a "Covid Unit." I explained my fears of not having N-95's and that I was being morally challenged and afraid. I then explained how the Vet won't see my dog because I'm a nurse.
The prisons here are tripling their positives including gaurds who have quit. My unit gets their mentally ill ones, both facilities ignoring the governor's orders not to transfer and they are doing it without testing.
My cousin is a nurse who's sister asked her to leave. She then went to a friend who would not let her stay so she is moving in with me today.
He was so kind to me (which made me cry again). He told me how much I was needed and thanked me.