An early COVID-era event.
Last night, my husband, also a physician, spent a bit of time downstairs, rummaging through forgotten knick knacks for goggles or eye protection of some sort.
Can you imagine wearing home-made protection at work?
He then came back up to where we were gathered, carrying exhibit A, below.
I tried to process this info; the reality that had seeped into our lives.
Fact was, my husband, a grown man, had resorted to wearing a child’s swim goggle from 5 years back.
It was becoming unclear to me whether I should be laughing – at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation – or crying – at the sad state of affairs to which we’ve arrived.
I posted my thoughts to Twitter.
There, one can literally spew random thoughts like this “out loud”, in a succinct 280 characters.
Then, you can follow it up – repeatedly – with 280 characters more.
(psst.. because 280 is the limit of a single tweet)
No one on Twitter can walk away from what you want to say. Except, of course, if they unfollow.
That’s all I have to say on this. For now.
(ETA: If you’re interested in reading a commentary on the state of affairs of COVID healthcare workers during the pandemic, read my friend Louis Profeta’s article, for SoMeDocs. He’s an ER doc and a Top LinkedIn voice, so it’s worth the read. Find it here.)