I may never obtain it.
When one retires, you’d think that
“they”, (colleagues, cohorts, peers, co-workers, managers) would at the very least say,
“thank you”, or
“well done”
“well met”
I wouldn’t have expected it. I didn’t want to be there any more, and not for a long time. One million people in the United States had died. It seems mind-boggling. It boogled my mind. That’s a lot of fucking people; yes of course you’re out of gloves, there’s no one to drive the trucks. You get it, Right? Truck drivers died. Drivers that drove into this stinking desert are dead now, or their mother died and there’s no one to watch the kids, the home schooled ones that if they are lucky will grow up to be truck drivers. Right now they’re too young to drive the trucks or make the burgers you get that, right? At least in California. Maybe in Arkansas. Thanks Sarah Huckabee, you ugly cunt. Because a million people have died already and more are gonna die.
That couple from Southern Sierra clinic. Clueless Kayla comes up to my desk in a panic, asking me to convince Mr._____ to take his wife to the hospital, because she has Covid. So I called him. He was surly at best. It was 1400 and he still wasn’t dressed, he said, and neither was she. He didn’t believe she could possibly be that sick. “Its a hoax”. Umm. I did convince him to let me speak to her. But she could barely speak because she couldn’t breathe. Finally, I said to Mr. ____, “your wife is GRAVELY ill”.
She was admitted to the ICU. He died at home, and she died a few days later. They had adult children, and grandchildren, but I don’t know what happened to them. Kayla may know. She still works there. I wouldn’t ask her and she wouldn’t tell me whether I worked there or not. HIPPA. That’s a thing that helps silence nurses.
I’ll shut up now.
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