A few months ago, Jeremy Jarmon didn’t have to don head-to-toe protective gear during taxing 12-hour shifts, didn’t have to leave his shoes outside of his house when he got home, and didn’t have to use rubbing alcohol to disinfect his cuticles and nail beds and hair.
But a few months ago, Jarmon wasn’t a new father, and he wasn’t at the front lines of one of the most widespread pandemics in history.
“I would definitely say the last few months have been,” he pauses for a laugh of disbelief, “stressful, definitely full of anxiety, strategic, I would say.