In my ER it almost feels like the end of the world, and there’s not a goddamn thing you can do about it.
Seriously – EMS, ER docs and nurses – we’re just trying to do our best to keep people alive, and it feels like trying to bail out the Titanic with a thimble.
All the while you’re gasping for air like you’re drowning. Mainly because you can’t breathe through your N-95. Which, trust me – you are seriously grateful for.
Meanwhile, they just keep dying, but not before you are up close and personal with the most dangerous kind of exposure – the point at which the virus is converted into an aerosol.
Anyway – trust me, I’m no hero. Just someone determined to do their fucking job, the one you trained for and worked hard to at least attempt to become expert at.
It’s late and I’m done. Hasta la manana.…