Another Facebook post of one of my former trainees. He is an old hand and certainly is at the top of his game. Not exactly the profile of someone caving under the pressure. There will be consequences for health care in states that failed to protect essential services from being overwhelmed.
"I think I ran out of empathy today. I never thought that would happen.
Our post partum patient on ecmo died. Never lost a mom with baby that young before. Had to turn down another new mom for ecmo, because we don’t have enough nurses. 17 ICU nurses turned in their notice. They are done. Totally done.
These days, there are more and more crazy, entitled A holes and I just don’t care about your feelings anymore.
If your husband or wife is unvaccinated and dying of covid, don’t blame me. It’s not my fault they didn’t take the shot.
I still do the best for my patients, but it’s cold now. I still care, but it’s removed. I have completed my transformation into Lieutenant Colonel Bill Kilgore. Welcome to the war, the napalm smells like death and victory.
Four of my uncles were drafted into WW2. Three came back. I heard about my hero, my Uncle Jesse , my whole life. When I was in college, my uncle S.L. let me interview him for a report. I never told his children about the bodies of his friends he had to crawl through. I never told him a about the day he learned Jesse died.
I never thought I would be in war. I went to med school. I couldn’t go through what Uncle S.L. went through. I never thought my number would be called, but it was. I was drafted last year in March.
I was terrified, but I did my duty as an American citizen. I truly thought I was going to die, but I found a purpose. In my mind, I put my life on the line, my families life on the line. I did my duty and I saved American lives.
Unfortunately, this isn’t the Great Depression, it’s not WW2, it’s not even 911. Americans aren’t willing to stand up and defend this country anymore.
In my mind, we all got drafted. In order to save our fellow Americans lives, we have to make some sacrifices. Hell. Some may die. You can accept that or you can dodge that draft. I will serve my time, but I don’t have to care anymore.
I am done posting. I don’t have anything positive to say anymore. Don’t bother thanking me or commenting. I don’t care for thanks. I care for shots. Don’t thank me. Get shots.
I will always do the best I can, but don’t expect me to give a shit when you die anymore. Don’t expect me to call you back if you are an entitled B.
Ps. I take care of sick people. I am a critical care pulmonologist."
And to finish on a higher note, one of my favorites these days:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ej7Lh9kEdhY