My hands are actually shaking as I am writing this. I had another post planned but I need to get this off my chest first.
Let’s talk Ebola.
Ebola is here. Where I live. Where I work.
We have been planning for this for months but honestly everyone here thought it was going to show up somewhere else first. Like New York (sorry, guys…it’s just that you always seem to the brunt of the crap for this country).
So, now everyone entering my clinic is getting asked screening questions for Ebola exposure and symptoms. We have the Ebola exposure kits. We have the Ebola exam room. I am getting panicked calls from teachers at the schools of the exposed kids. I am trying to keep everyone calm… patients, staff, myself.
I hope… I pray… that this all going to be OK. That this, too, will be a tiny blip on the radar and we will all laugh about it down the road.
But what IF? It is the what if that bothers me and all of the other doctors here that I know.
I will smile and laugh and act cool. You won’t see me running away. But inside…
Inside, I am terrified.