Inspiration: ER/critical care healthcare workers are a different kind of creature
We condition ourselves to roll with the punches… no matter how brutal… you roll. Somebody's life depends on it. Our eyes see the unfathomable... sights that would keep a "normal" person awake at night... but we roll. We condition ourselves to not feel it... not take life too seriously... we know how fragile and brief it is… we are reminded every time we swipe that time clock... every time... and we roll. I picked a lady up off the floor this evening after she walked out of the room where her husband died. She dropped to her knees... she wailed… she cried out for the father of her children... and without batting an eye, I knelt beside her and helped her the best way I could... death had won again.
We become numb... our hearts don't feel things like the hearts who are protected from this type of consistent and repeated defeat... we cope… and maybe too well.
Maybe we come off as cold and emotionally unavailable.
Maybe we aren't approachable.
We come off a little bossy... because we have to be good patient advocates… to be the person our patient needs. Be patient with the ER/ICU nurse/RTs/EMS/PD/FD in your life.
Your eyes have not seen what theirs have.
You haven't felt it... you haven't battled death as much and as hard as they have.
You could never see their world through their eyes...because if they love you… they wouldn't want you to… they will protect you from it.
Healthcare PTSD is at an all time high but your family member would never expose you to that. Be patient and kind with your ER/CC nurse/RT... you never know what battlefield they just walked off of.
With love, a tired, drained, yet passionate healthcare worker.