There Will Be A Tomorrow

I got kicked out of the office when we opened back up a couple months ago. I've been relegated to working from home so my wife can have my office, moving her out of the space she normally shares with her medical assistant, thus allowing the staff to properly practice social distancing as much as possible throughout the work day.

Figuring out how to 'safely' reopen the office for in-person visits was anxiety ridden, but we put together the equipment and supplies needed and hammered out processes in a way we were all eventually satisfied would mostly avoid killing our patients or selves.

That said, a staff member tested positive for COVID last week so we're back in lockdown doing remote only visits this week until we get new clear results back on the rest of the staff.

Luckily(?), it was the staff member who least frequently interacts with patients, is the most conscientious about using PPE, and we caught it pretty quickly with our standard screening. Most importantly, she and her family have so far been symptom free and will hopefully stay that way through the course of the infection.

She almost certainly got it from contacts in her personal life, but it's just an up close and personal reminder how vigilant we need to be until an effective vaccine is widely available.

It's taken me two months of working from home and effectively self quarantining to move through the requisite stages of goofing off, snacking too much, and becoming depressed, but I believe I've finally got a pattern and perspective to bring me back to normal . . . -ish. ( I'm still missing and suffering from a lack of socialization, putting a heavy burden on my wife in the evenings).

I even found an anchor sturdy enough to set up a workout station.

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