Within the COVID-19 tragedy, there are real people admirably grappling with their new realities
Arrival to isolation room 45: Recently diagnosed with COVID-19, brought in by ambulance for re-evaluation.
I don my new uniform of colorful barriers: red-rimmed eye shield, green N-95, yellow gown, purple gloves. I carefully walk through two sets of doors into the room and find the most sterile spot. I used to touch, shake hands, sit; now I stand on a clean tile away from his bed.
“So I …
