Ramblings of a tired covid nurse

Trauma/flashbacks

Wearing trash bags: The first wave

I wiped the shit off of the flimsy plastic gown that I had been reusing for 3 12 hour shifts. I wonder if the disposal n95 ive been rewearing for a month is still protecting me. I turn and see that the plastic/flimsy gown is torn. There are no replacement gowns. I take a trash bag and tear two arm holes in it and put it on. I feel like Im in a 3rd world country. The bleach wipes are empty and again there are no replacements. I dip paper towels in the water and clean my vital sign machine.

I cant write anymore right now. I keep seeing my dead patients’ eyes.

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