On Tuesday, Jan. 26, 2021, registered nurse Diane Miller pulls on an N-95 mask as she enters the red zone before heading into a patient s room in the COVID Acute Care Unit at UW Medical Center in Montlake in Seattle. (Elaine Thompson/AP)
A couple of Saturdays ago, I slept in until 11 a.m. I haven’t done that since college. As I peeled myself out of bed, I convinced myself
it was just one of those days. I must’ve needed the sleep, and a lot of it.
When my phone rang, I felt torn between desperately wanting to talk to friends and family to ease my social isolation, and feeling emotionally drained from my day-to-day work as a psychiatrist. That Saturday, I silenced the incoming call.