closing in
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So the hospital here is sending a team of volunteers down to NYC, because with their electives all cancelled the hospital is down at about 50% capacity, when usually it’s operating at 110% on any given day, and while that’s important and good and necessary, a lot of the medical staff are understandably stressed and bored and horrified and just want to help. so, participation is entirely voluntary, but they’re assembling a team. my friend isn’t going even though his parents live down there and he’s afraid for them, because well, his family here needs him, and also he’s one of only three doctors in this entire city who can do some of the things he does, so.
Lots of the ones going are young, residents even. They just want to help. And they need help, down there. The problem is, they need equipment too, and there’s not really any to spare.
I wasn’t aware of this but the USS Comfort and the convention center they’ve converted down there are going to both be reserved for non-virus cases. It makes sense, it’s just– well, if you have a non-COVID emergency in NYC now, you’re going out to that ship in the harbor, godspeed and good luck. (how many babies are going to get born on that thing, imagine it.)
anyway. in other news I read Dealing with Dragons to the kids today– well, started to– and they’re not used to having longer things read to them so they’re pretty excited but also confused. I said “oh i’m gonna stop here because the chapter’s not over but this bit of the story is, there’s about to be another thing and I’m gonna save that for later” and they’re like ????? because they’re used to chapter books with like, 300-word chapters. I’m like nah kids, I’m here to Educate you.
We also ran around like total weirdos outdoors for a ridiculously long time. It looked like it was gonna be gorgeous out but then it was precisely the temperature of the interior of the fridge, out there, despite the sun. Ah, March. It’s supposed to be shitty tomorrow so we’re gonna stay inside and bake cookies, there’s no junk food in this house and it’s killing me slowly. Sugar cookies, and then we’re putting icing on them. It’s going to be a disaster and an enormous mess but I’m willing to face it. it’s the least I can do, I’m the Fun Auntie/Godmother/Whatever I am.
I also maybe finished Little Fishie. I gotta proofread and decide if that’s a reasonable ending. I wanted to post it today but it wasn’t done, so. I should stop writing this and go work on those edits. Ok OK bye.
So the hospital here is sending a team of volunteers down to NYC, because with their electives all cancelled the hospital is down at about 50% capacity, when usually it’s operating at 110% on any given day, and while that’s important and good and necessary, a lot of the medical staff are understandably stressed and bored and horrified and just want to help. so, participation is entirely voluntary, but they’re assembling a team. my friend isn’t going even though his parents live down there and he’s afraid for them, because well, his family here needs him, and also he’s one of only three doctors in this entire city who can do some of the things he does, so.
Lots of the ones going are young, residents even. They just want to help. And they need help, down there. The problem is, they need equipment too, and there’s not really any to spare.
I wasn’t aware of this but the USS Comfort and the convention center they’ve converted down there are going to both be reserved for non-virus cases. It makes sense, it’s just– well, if you have a non-COVID emergency in NYC now, you’re going out to that ship in the harbor, godspeed and good luck. (how many babies are going to get born on that thing, imagine it.)
anyway. in other news I read Dealing with Dragons to the kids today– well, started to– and they’re not used to having longer things read to them so they’re pretty excited but also confused. I said “oh i’m gonna stop here because the chapter’s not over but this bit of the story is, there’s about to be another thing and I’m gonna save that for later” and they’re like ????? because they’re used to chapter books with like, 300-word chapters. I’m like nah kids, I’m here to Educate you.
We also ran around like total weirdos outdoors for a ridiculously long time. It looked like it was gonna be gorgeous out but then it was precisely the temperature of the interior of the fridge, out there, despite the sun. Ah, March. It’s supposed to be shitty tomorrow so we’re gonna stay inside and bake cookies, there’s no junk food in this house and it’s killing me slowly. Sugar cookies, and then we’re putting icing on them. It’s going to be a disaster and an enormous mess but I’m willing to face it. it’s the least I can do, I’m the Fun Auntie/Godmother/Whatever I am.
I also maybe finished Little Fishie. I gotta proofread and decide if that’s a reasonable ending. I wanted to post it today but it wasn’t done, so. I should stop writing this and go work on those edits. Ok OK bye.
