Coping

A few weeks ago, when the pandemic first made its self widely known in the U.S., someone asked me if I was “scared”. I reflected on the question and my feelings and I resolved that, no, I wasn’t afraid… at least not of dying… but my pervading feeling was instead, exhaustion. It took me a few weeks to again reflect and identify exactly what was causing my exhaustion; to nail down and come to grips with why, even on my days off, I was so tired. And that became the content and the inspiration of my last post- “Tired”.

 The post hit close to home for many of the healthcare workers that read it.

But then, someone posed a new question to me, “How are you coping?”

So, after more time reflecting… here goes:

While some level of coping involves grit and determination, of grounding one’s self and remembering what you are called to do, even when it’s hard… like going into battle or powering through childbirth unmedicated or pulling through the last leg of a marathon…. that inner strength and adrenaline only lasts but so long. There comes a time, when you must find inspiration and joy to re-fuel you. 

So, while I give myself this little pep-talk before a shift. And I embrace the profession I was called to do… in between the moments of dehydration, patients’ tears and painful isolation gear… I look for inspiration and joy and I practice self-care.

Self-care can mean taking a hot bath and listening to soothing music, taking a nap or practicing Yoga.  It can mean a favorite television show, book or movie. Or spending a few minutes to prepare an extra-yummy snack or allowing yourself to enjoy a hobby. It’s time that you intentionally elect to do something that you enjoy, which does not sabotage you in some other way (ie. drug/alcohol abuse). For me, what self-care looks like, changes daily and it’s more about listening to what my body needs or craves at a given time- be it quiet, an outlet, healing heat/movement, or distraction.

When I have cared for myself, I am in a better place to search for inspiration.

I find inspiration in the faces of my patients. Whether they are there for the best or worst day of their life… they are looking to me to both care for them and to give them hope. Behind the mask and through the face shield, they are searching for what my eyes have to share. It will never stop being a tremendous honor to be present at the moment of birth and death. And exhausting as my job is right now, if it ever stops inspiring me… it’s time for me to step down.

I find inspiration knowing that this pandemic, horrifying as it is, is making history. Viewing it through that lens, helps me to open my eyes and take-it-all-in, rather than to shut-down- which is easy to do with the grim daily statistics. We are living history right now and the day-in and day-out are stories that we will one day tell our great-grandchildren. The same way we sat vigilant, listening to our grandfather’s stories of war and our grandmother’s resilience in the great-depression, we too are being given the opportunity to be great warriors and survivors. And that prospect gives me energy to live well. Do I want to tell a story of how much I complained and feared? Or how I learned to create and contribute to the greater good? Will I talk of sharing or hoarding? Of coming together or dividing? Of hurting or helping?

I find inspiration in others. I am inspired by the distillery who used their alcohol to make hand-sanitizer instead of spirits. The factory workers who lived in their facility for a month’s time to make PPE. Clothing and shoe companies who donated goods to healthcare workers and used their facilities to make masks and scrub caps. Small business owners who expanded their license to provide carry-out and delivery, even though that meant tremendous work on their part. And bigger restaurant chains who donated meals. I am inspired by the retired healthcare workers who ached to help and sewed and cooked from home to help their comrades on the frontlines. The grocery workers, truck drivers, and environmental service workers who showed-up to stock, transport and clean the areas we needed  to stay “essential”. And the teachers, telehealth workers and therapists who didn’t abandon their students and patients and found a way to work from home, so that their desperately needed services could continue.

I am inspired by the other foster parents who didn’t close their homes out of fear and instead opened for placement, knowing that doing so might mean introducing the virus to their family… but seeing that life-threatening abuse and neglect, that is sky-rocketing with this quarantine, took precedence.

I am inspired by the mothers and fathers who find a way to provide for their family and still maintain quarantine- by shopping as infrequently as they can and sacrificing their well-loved luxuries for the greater good. Who have learned home schooling in a pinch and “do their best”, even though teaching was the last profession in the world that they would’ve chosen. 

All around us, there are sources of inspiration, if you choose to see them. And every day, I make an intentional effort to find joy. 

I find joy in having all the laundry clean and folded- that’s a feat that rarely happened pre-covid. I find joy in a clean house. Clutter and messiness is “visual noise” for me and causes me to feel unrest. So I am joyful when I have available time to house-keep.

I find joy in my pets. The dogs are thrilled to have us home and get frequent walks now. The rabbit is finally getting the exercise, out of her cage, that she’s suppose to. Even the snake gets handled more and the fish bowl stays clearer than ever. It’s only the cat that probably wishes we’d get out of the house… but even she, still brings me joy.

I find joy in creative cooking. It really is a game for me to create the most delicious meal I can, with the ingredients I have on hand. And I’ve expanded our go-to meals exponentially. Nightly meals have become more of a family affair- both in planning and preparing the meal. I love not being in the kitchen alone and I love creating goodness with less.

I find joy in gardening. Most years it’s something we do, but it usually feels very pressured to get the vegetable garden in before it gets too hot. And our composter was out of commission for a year because it was full and we simply hadn’t had the time to empty and till it into the earth. Now going outside to weed is more feasible, and it gets me my daily vitamin D. I’m saving my seeds from store-bought produce to create starters in egg cartons. And watching them get rain and sun brings me joy… and so will their harvest! 

I find joy in writing and crafting-something I again, rarely had the time I wanted to. Writing is a therapeutic outlet for me. It gives me a way to process my thoughts and “talk it out”- like talking to a girlfriend… only I get to carefully select my words and chose only the ones I wish to share. Coloring and painting rocks are therapeutic too, but in a different way. Those activities allow my mind to escape thought and to enjoy just being ‘lost’ for a bit. Our photo puzzle gave us new wall art. And when I get around to using those corks I’ve been saving, that will provide me a feeling of resourcefulness and a new trivet to enjoy. And that will make me smile 🙂

Above all else, I find joy in my family. If this virus means not taking people for granted and telling people that you love them when you get the chance… then seeing their faces every day and spending quality time with them means I’ve hit the jackpot in opportunity. Every night we choose a different activity and I soak in every card game, every puzzle, every show/movie, every silly moment.

I’m a nurse. I work the frontlines. I know grief. I have a husband 18 years my elder; and a 16 year old, who in two years, plans to move out of the state. I’ve lost people close to me from unexpected and tragic causes. I don’t take anything for granted. Family time is always precious! Even if it’s forced. Even if it’s via a computer screen.

While we are all living through this pandemic, everyone is experiencing their own reality, differently. Some of us are living alone and the isolation is what is hardest. While others are wishing they had moved out of their parents’ house before now, and the crowded space is driving them mad. For some of us, work is the hardest it’s ever been and we regularly ask ourselves if the paycheck is worth it, if we end up paying for a family member’s life in return. Others, are desperate to return to work and wonder how they will survive another month without income. While some of us feel safe, others are living a nightmare. While some of us are enjoying “a break”, others are willing to risk it all to escape the quiet.

Regardless of what your reality is, I assure you, there is joy and inspiration to be had. Despite those out to hurt, there are many, many more, out to help. Today I implore you, at the advice of dear Mister Rogers, “Look for the helpers” and look for the joy. And when this is over… many, many years down the road, I wish you safety, good health and young bodies crowded around you to hear your stories of creativity, resourcefulness, laughter and the shared respect for humanity. 

Keep coping!

*If this pandemic finds you in a place of inescapable horror: the police department and your local DSS are still open. And if there’s anyway I can help, email me at my blog e-mail address: amandameneses0101@gmail.com and I will do everything in my power to find you aid. I am a registered nurse and licensed foster care provider.