Boogaloo

I am used to the new routine that is my work. Clients are very grateful for continuing care and services. We are thanked every day. Never have I felt more appreciated in my career.

George Floyd. Remember that name. My head is spinning trying to make sense of it all. Of course you can’t. There is no sense. A country on the brink of a civil war in the midst of a global pandemic. Boogaloo.

Thankfully our province is peaceful. Because people here are now angry. It seems a health care worker may have spread COVID-19 to possibly hundreds of people by not complying with the mandatory self-isolation order after travel. Eight new cases in a matter of days, two in the ICU. Local hospital closes, fifty staff at risk. A senior care home has been infected. A possible breach on so many levels. A doctor is suspended and RCMP is investigating. And then we wait. Further lifting of restrictions has been put on hold, zone 5 took a step back to state of orange due to COVID clusters. The full impact of this act remains to be seen. Praying this doesn’t result in our first COVID-related death. Boogaloo.

I have discussions with my children of all that’s happening right now. They now witness the reason why as a health care worker I dress the way I do for work, why I take my temperature and sign an attestation about my symptoms twice a day. I teach them about social and moral responsibility and accountability. The reason why we continue to wear masks in public and why we continue to social distance is so blatantly obvious even to my six year old.

We talk about racism. We read about Martin Luther King, Jr and I teach them that more violence isn’t the answer. We pray for Minneapolis and no Boogaloo.