This past Friday night, I visited my grandmother at her assisted living facility. My grandma, dad, aunt, cousin, my cousin’s two dogs, and I all sat spaced out outside with masks on, enjoying each other’s company. My grandmother is diabetic, so it’s not uncommon for my dad or aunt to ask a nurse or medtech from her facility to view my grandmother’s blood sugar readings from the past week or month. However, when the medtech came outside to give the paper of readings to my father, I noticed her mask was below her nose, and it kept sliding down her face as she spoke. “Joan’s sugar was a little high this week but it’s because…”. The mask slid down. I had a visibly puzzled face, and was internally questioning whether she’d pull it up or not. Luckily she did, but seconds later after saying “you would be able to bring her sugar free snacks for the holidays”, the mask was down once again. Off of this situation, I made an immediate and ...