I am a Registered Nurse in a Portland hospital. Last night, I accidentally administered the wrong dose of a medication to a patient and nearly killed him. I’ve been a nurse for almost 5 years and, despite how this may seem, I’m a very good nurse. But my neighbors, they’re building an accessory house to AirBnB. I work night shift and sleep during the day, precisely when the airguns, hammers and saws are running at full speed. It’s been over two months since I’ve had a decent day of sleep before my exhausting 12-hour shifts. Before the AirBnB house, it was the roofing on the apartment complex next door. They doubled the cost of rent after the month of incessant airguns, which led to a lot of moving vans. Before the roofing, it was the brand new condos for 750k across the street. That took over a year, and I used to hum the Mexican Nortenos rhythms while taking care of Portland’s most critically ill through the night. Frankly, I’m amazed I haven’t killed someone already. I’m wondering how many times this has happened since the construction boom in this city. I wonder how many tired, worn our nurses and doctors have made clinical errors or bad judgment calls that are uncharacteristic of their qualifications because of fucking airguns and jackhammers.
The Cost of Gentrification
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