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Originally Posted by island911
My MIL got mask-shamed today. At a hospital.
She has some N95's (made in the USA) that have the cool-breath valve.
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Situation easily avoidable by hospital staff politely asking her to mount their mask over her N95, or just using the hospital mask, whichever the patient prefers. Perhaps a call to the hospital admin is in order.
If you gave her the N95, then you probably should have seen that coming. If not, live and learn. Not making fun. I get it. It's frustrating.
Since COVID, I've really struggled with infection control procedures in almost every place I've been in. Strict standards in some areas, or non compliance with some rules, and complete lack of knowledge about others. Stand here, hold your left leg in the air, jump three times, etc...well... okay... sure...if it makes
you feel safer. I've only been in one place so far that checked all the boxes. A hospital? A medical office? Brewery? Restaurant? Grocery Store? No. It was a hardware store.
I've always had to struggle with that, and remind myself to go with their program, as dumb as it may seem, not be a douche (especially dealing with employees just doing their job and expected to uphold a company policy), and not get upset. If their methods don't protect/or even endanger me, I need to step back and remind myself, that ultimately, I'm the one who walked in their door, and my own safety is my responsibility. If I can't ensure my own safety, I leave. I'm finding myself driving up to places, looking inside, and thinking "foook dat- I'm out of here" Probably done it at least five times in the last week or two.
Easier said than done.
I need a car battery today. Not looking forward to it. "Stay safe?" hell no. "Stay Calm" is more like it. Store will have some BS sign stating they are committed to everyone's safety. 1/2 the people won't be wearing mask, the other half wearing masks ineffectively, overcrowded, completely disregarding social distancing, and then I guarantee the staff will grab my credit card with their dirty hands or some well soiled gloves, and provide me with a dirty pen, and even hold the damn battery for me thinking they are helping. Want to really help me? Open the GD front door so I don't have to touch it. Better yet, keep the front door open to circulate in new fresh air for the benefit of everyone inside. Am I scared? No. Just p.o.'d at all the rigamarole? of it all (Jim Crackery?)
