I've been bringing food to eat-- for dinner, and then snacks for later-- during my night shifts. Nothing too exciting, but if I know I have a little treat to look forward to, I'm less likely to stab a patient in the chest with a piece of medical equipment.
I spend a little time before I leave for work packing everything in its own ziploc bag, wrapped in a napkin. Best are things I can eat without touching at all -- granola bars, bananas, little snack bags I can pour directly into my mouth. Second best are things I can keep wrapped in the napkin and carefully eat that way -- cookies, a sandwich. There is no third best. I will not eat anything I have touched. I know what lives here. Aside from my cockroach friend (still here! yay!), of course. I try not to touch anything, but I can't be 100% vigilant. Door handles, faucets, paper towel dispensers, patient charts. I am contaminated the moment I walk in. So if I touch anything, it's over. It does not go in my mouth. I've had a couple of unpleasant viruses over the three years, and have learned my lesson.
I was so excited about tonight's treat. A homemade brownie. I didn't make it, but someone did! And as I carefully opened the ziploc bag and started to push the edge out to take a bite... somehow I pushed too far and it tipped out, fell into my hand... and, uh, nope. Into the trash. I'm probably crazy. And what a waste of a brownie. But I don't want norovirus.