PPEless

So with No PPE - as Midwives provide their own unless there is a confirmed case (then I would have to drive north to the hospital to collect it first and then drive south to the woman an hour away, after proving to them that she actually has COVID) I’m off out into the world. NO PPE. That’s ridiculous. I get that there’s a rush on and I’m happy to buy my own if I could find it. Although I’m not happy to pay $150 for a box of masks - apparently I would rather risk death, I couldn’t do that on principle! So who should rescue me in this situation? Not the local childcare (I asked them as they are closing and there was a hopeful rumour, but already used up), not the supermarket for sure, not my own bloody DHB, my hubby can’t even sneak me one from his ambulance as they are in too short supply and see sicker people than me. No, none of them. It was a brickie! Yes a bricklayer, my mate Bevan gave me his last two dust masks as he can’t work. He placed them on the ground two metres in front of me and backed off.

I have three people to visit tomorrow, in their homes, with their families. I have two masks. Even I can do that math.