Work has finally called asking for days and times I can come back in for training. There are so many questions. Are we taking Covid patients? Are we testing everyone that comes in? Are all the staff members getting tested? I want to go back to work. I understand the risks. I don’t don’t know if it’s worth it. James wants me to get a job… but not this. Maybe I go back for my Masters so I can teach. I like to teach. It would be better if I were teaching and still at the bedside.
I don’t want to be an adult right now. I want to be five, eat a million snacks, take naps, run and play and have the most stressful thing I worry about be why I can’t go see my other family members.
but since I am, in fact, an adult, I am instead burying my nose in every book that I can look myself in. I’ve started to write again. I need to escape.