1/9
I still have hope we are not broken.
Solidarity to my medical and nursing brothers and sisters doing the heavy lifting here. Poignant message below from a doc who wishes to remain anonymous:
We wanted to help people
We were smart and driven
We loved science and physiology,
I still have hope we are not broken.
Solidarity to my medical and nursing brothers and sisters doing the heavy lifting here. Poignant message below from a doc who wishes to remain anonymous:
We wanted to help people
We were smart and driven
We loved science and physiology,
2/9
We loved humans and disease
So we made a commitment
We signed up
It was an honor
We read thousands of pages
Attended hundreds of lectures
Pulled all-nighters
Took more exams than we thought possible
Finals week felt insurmountable
But it didn’t break us
It made us stronger
We loved humans and disease
So we made a commitment
We signed up
It was an honor
We read thousands of pages
Attended hundreds of lectures
Pulled all-nighters
Took more exams than we thought possible
Finals week felt insurmountable
But it didn’t break us
It made us stronger
3/9
We learned statistics and biochemistry
Immunology and pathophysiology
We mastered genetics, virology and pharmacology
We read scientific papers and learned how to dissect them
Scientific papers, not YouTube videos
It was an honor
We came running when you needed us
We learned statistics and biochemistry
Immunology and pathophysiology
We mastered genetics, virology and pharmacology
We read scientific papers and learned how to dissect them
Scientific papers, not YouTube videos
It was an honor
We came running when you needed us
4/9
Literally, running down the hallway
To the ED, ICU, trauma bay, labor and delivery
"I need help," you said
We can help, we said
It was an honor
There were moments that we thought would break us
Moments that drove us to journaling, to therapy, to nightmares
Broken babies.
Literally, running down the hallway
To the ED, ICU, trauma bay, labor and delivery
"I need help," you said
We can help, we said
It was an honor
There were moments that we thought would break us
Moments that drove us to journaling, to therapy, to nightmares
Broken babies.
5/9
Paralyzed children.
Dead pregnant mothers with three kids at home.
The wail of a mother whose child just died.
We bent but we did not break
We returned because you needed us
And we could help
It was an honor
Then there was fear
Fear of walking into our place of work
Paralyzed children.
Dead pregnant mothers with three kids at home.
The wail of a mother whose child just died.
We bent but we did not break
We returned because you needed us
And we could help
It was an honor
Then there was fear
Fear of walking into our place of work
6/9
Fear that we’d be killed by going to work
Fear that we’d kill a loved one because of our work
There were tears and sleepless nights and anti-anxiety medications
But you banged your pots and pans
You sent us pizzas and called us heroes
You needed us
We could help
Fear that we’d be killed by going to work
Fear that we’d kill a loved one because of our work
There were tears and sleepless nights and anti-anxiety medications
But you banged your pots and pans
You sent us pizzas and called us heroes
You needed us
We could help
7/9
So we wore our fitted masks, and our plastic gowns, our gloves, and our goggles
We decontaminated ourselves before going home and isolated ourselves from our families
We almost broke
It was an honor
But now.....how quickly our joy has turned to despair
Elation to rage
So we wore our fitted masks, and our plastic gowns, our gloves, and our goggles
We decontaminated ourselves before going home and isolated ourselves from our families
We almost broke
It was an honor
But now.....how quickly our joy has turned to despair
Elation to rage
8/9
You’ve learned to do your own research now
You know better than we do
Gaslighting is your language
Your selfishness is astounding
You don’t want our help when we ask you to stay healthy
Yet you arrive at our doors begging for help at the end
You cram our hospitals.
You’ve learned to do your own research now
You know better than we do
Gaslighting is your language
Your selfishness is astounding
You don’t want our help when we ask you to stay healthy
Yet you arrive at our doors begging for help at the end
You cram our hospitals.
9/9
You devour our resources. You cripple our ability to help those who did what was asked of them; those who cared for others, not just themselves.
You kill our patients by filling beds and using up our ventilators
We can’t help any more
You broke us
We feel no more honor here.
You devour our resources. You cripple our ability to help those who did what was asked of them; those who cared for others, not just themselves.
You kill our patients by filling beds and using up our ventilators
We can’t help any more
You broke us
We feel no more honor here.
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