Sometimes, it's a really tough job. Sometimes, people die.
This afternoon, the Louisiana Department of Health reported the following numbers regarding COVID-19:
- 1,388 cases
- 271 hospitalizations
- 46 deaths
We are told, "It's going to get worse before it gets better!" We are hoping that what we are doing will actually help to "flatten the curve." Meanwhile, it's getting worse (as they said it would), and that means that people are going to work, giving their best efforts, and still watching people die. As someone who once had aspirations to work in the medical field, I wonder now how I ever thought I could brave the really challenging times. Then I wonder how many ever thought they would face a global pandemic.
I know that we have to hold on, have hope, and stay home when possible. It seems like the part that the "regular folks" play in all of this is simple and straightforward, yet many are not taking the situation seriously. I have so much respect for all of the workers (not just healthcare workers, either!) who are serving their communities and trying to keep as many people as possible safe and healthy. I'm proud of my husband and his peers for the work that they do, but I am also at a loss for the right words and the best ways to offer support to him when all signs point to the situation getting worse--way worse. Although I am striving to remain optimistic, I feel powerless at best and like an insufficient support system at worst. I hope this part gets better, too.
|Map from http://ldh.la.gov/Coronavirus/|
Something that made today great: The weather was beautiful today!
Time I woke up: 9:00 am