March 28, 2020. “But my fever only lasted a few hours.” I move my stethoscope. “The wheezes aren't getting better.” Note: Dim. All fields. Expiratory wheezes. “. . . just glad to be home. If I could just kick this cold . . . worn out just getting up to get a Diet Coke from the fridge.” I glance at my watch. On time. Wait! What? Shit. Shit. Shit. No. Patient 1? And I just sent an email praising my coworkers for making it the first few weeks with no cases. I'll be glad for this month to end and we will be done with this bullshit.
Jennifer Eyre. Mom. Wife. Nurse. Mountain biking chick.