Rachel Clements
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Since I was about 8 I have had a steady need to write. This has paid off handsomely in terms of advancing my education and doing my job, but has served a sterile, more technical purpose. The writing I do now is for and from my soul.
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The Daffodil
March 17, 2020: I came into our little clinic that day full of uncertainty. Tension and worry were palpable: COVID 19 was encroaching on rural Northern Idaho, and all the news nationally and internationally was bad. There were rumors swirling about cases, that there were people who had come in from the West Side (Western Washington) and they were sick. I didn't know if it was true, if they really had the virus. I just knew that my worst fear of a pandemic sweeping across Humanity was being realized. I did not feel equipped to deal with the massive number of deaths, the suffering, the fear. Images and stories of the Spanish Influenza pandemic of last century ran through my brain from nursing school. All I could comprehend was that I was wildly unprepared, personally and professionally. I thought about friends, family, my colleagues and patients. What if they got sick? What if they died? Would the clinics and hospitals be overrun with critically ill people? Would people be dying at home alone from a virus we knew so little about?
By Rachel Clements5 years ago in Motivation
