write an essay on a day of a doctor at the covid hospital
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decided to write this essay because I needed something to help process everything that I am seeing and doing as a resident physician working in critical care at a large hospital in Manhattan. I feel that many people don’t have a good sense of what is actually happening in intensive care units with desperately ill COVID patients.
In some ways, I’m lucky. I work at an institution with massive resources. Even so, we are challenged in a way that I could never have predicted or imagined. In a matter of days beginning in late March, we created over double the number of ICU beds we previously had. Through a massive logistical effort, we converted operating rooms into ICUs by turning spaces that normally would be used for elective surgeries into negative-pressure units, where air is always flowing in rather than out, adding ventilators, monitors and beds.
A typical day begins at 6 A.M. As the alarm wakes me, I feel a deep ache in my body. It feels as if I had hiked up a mountain with a giant backpack the previous day. To say my sleep is restless and difficult is an understatement. My dreams—and nightmares—are populated with patients’ faces, and I can hear the constant beeps and alarms of the pumps, vital sign monitors and ventilators even as I’m falling asleep. After checking my messages (assignments constantly shift during the pandemic), I look in the mirror.
My face is still red from the N95 mask I wore the day before. My nose is scraped and red, as if sunburned. My ears have small cuts from the plastic ties of the mask digging into them. I have worn a beard for the last five years, but because N95 masks don’t properly seal with facial hair, I shaved it off. The mirror shows a face that looks odd, like a rapidly aging and graying teenager, with blemishes on my neck from the razor and the mask.
My wife and son are still asleep. My wife is also a physician, and one of the most challenging and stressful aspects of this has been the scramble to find ad hoc childcare for our son. We have had mixed success with this. We can’t have either of our parents take care of our son; it’s too much of a risk for them because of their age and because of our constant exposure to sick patients.
My wife and I have designated two paper bags to hold all of the clothes we wear to the hospital. I put on my “society” mask—the cloth mask homemade by my brother-in-law that I’ve designated as the one to wear when I’m not at the hospital. I have borrowed my sister’s car to drive to the hospital because the subways have become both unreliable and shockingly crowded at this time of day. I worry that I might be an asymptomatic carrier, or that I will be sausaged in next to someone who is sick.
I rush into the hospital a few minutes before seven, which is sign-out time for the night team. I change into hospital scrubs and shoes that I keep at the hospital and plan on throwing out at the end of this nightmare. I place a bandage over the bridge of my nose, to help pad my ever-increasing pressure burn, and place an N95 over my face. I hyperventilate to see if the seal is good.
Then I enter the ICU. I find it hard to find words to describe what this unit is like. The first sensory experience is the immense whir of the HEPA filters that whisk away over 99 percent of airborne virus-containing droplets to protect those who work in these units. It’s akin to standing next to a large industrial fan, forcing you to raise your voice to be heard—although your speech sounds garbled anyway when you’re talking through one or often two masks. There is an antechamber we’ve fashioned into a workroom with computers and monitors where we can write notes or check lab reports with a physical barrier between us and the patients. This is for our protection so that we aren’t being constantly exposed to virus.
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There is a pandemic situation, doctors are play a very great role to save the lives some doctors spend their whole time in caring the patients .doctors went to the hospital and they were the mask ,ppe kit , glows and then start their works. doctors are compared to the friend of death and also compared to God because patients lives are there in doctors hand. doctors are the varriers of the void situation. they treat the patients very well and also encourage the patients suffering from covid they give medicine to patients time to time and they listen the problems of patients, give some advises and also treat the patients with kind heart, they made awareness in patients about covid and tell us to be safe and save their life.