Well that was an interesting back and forth.
As one of those frontline healthcare workers who slogged in our Covid ICUs, I appreciate the concern. It is hard to describe the experience and the vulnerability we all felt going into, and living through, that experience. Many of us are in high risk categories as well, whether it be age, medical history, body habitus, or whatever. But the vast majority of us were ok, thankfully. It was hard on us and our families, though. I still sense from people that they are a little wary of me at times imagining my ongoing exposure simply from working in a hospital, and that feels a little strange, but I understand there is fear. I haven’t done much or seen many people other than some family members (not all) so I am trying to do my part.
But a couple of thoughts. First, no one ever knows for sure where they picked up Covid, so we don’t judge. Someone could assume it was a rally when in actuality it was the grocery store. We just don’t know. Second, we’re all human and imperfect, too,. Even Dr. Fauci was pictured up close, personal and unmasked at a ball game, so there you go. But we’ve also all had our own experiences with friends and family with the disease, as well as coworkers in some cases, too. It is what it is. We simply focus on taking care of the task at hand which is to provide the best care we can for that person, as we do with everyone. I don’t resent anyone for “exposing me” - I’d be there taking care of people regardless and don’t keep tallies of where or how people became sick.
We see all kinds of situations with people and not all of them are nice. I sort of think of it as “Let he who is without sin cast the first stone”. So for me if I have, say, a biker at a rally, or a protester, or a partygoer, it really doesn’t matter. I’m there to do a job and I’m going to take care of that person to the best of my ability regardless of how they became sick, each and every time. That’s what we do. I had a patient recently who infected his body pretty bad from shooting up (with apparently dirty needles). He was one of my favorite patients ever and when we saw eachother after some days off we went to hug, but stopped, and touched hands momentarily instead. (Naturally, cleansed afterward.) It was touching, and that is why I do what I do. I had gotten to know him as a person and looked past the shooting up part to understand his life story and how he got to where he was, how similar our lives were in some ways, and what he needed to do to continue to live. On his day of discharge he gave me his phone number (on a tiny slip of torn paper) so we could stay in touch. (I might give him a call to check in on him now that I think of it.) He didn’t put me at risk, perse (unless you want to get really technical), but some could judge nonetheless. The only thing I care about is his getting healthy again, not what he did to land in the hospital. If that makes sense. That’s the best I can explain it. I would feel the same way taking care of bikers or protestors or partygoers too.
I apologize if that's the impression I was giving off as that was not my intent 
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