Forgotten Things
It happened on an evening last week. It was the first time I had been hugged in too long to count. My BFF and I had been practicing social distancing since mid-March.
Religiously.
Both of us are nurses.
Both of us have underlying health issues that make us high-risk.
Neither one of us is a fool.
On this night- this visit was different. For over a month now, the governor has been allowing Humans to roam freely about the state. NC is quite firmly settled into Phase 2 of our state’s #reopen plan.
My hospital’s statistics are higher now than they were at the ‘peak’ of “The Curve” and rising. Sharply. No one seems too concerned over that. I guess once the body count got over 100K the overwhelm factor kicked in and that was that.
Humans can only tolerate so much death and devastation before denial and other coping mechanisms kick in to protect the psyche.
Or perhaps the next ‘big’ news story hit. And COVID was left to its own devices. Rather like the “kids in cages”, “the war on terror”, or any other horrible thing still happening in our world that the bright and shiny has worn off as far as Fox/CNN/MSNBC are concerned.
