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Im redacting any names or other identifiers. This is not my story. This is the story of a close friend of a close relative. Although I do not know the nurse personally, I know my relative is completely devastated and cant focus on his work or anything. Im 100% certain this a real account.
....I dont need anything. Im on a 14 day commitment. I know there are a lot of people at home counting on me to convey the truth about what is real and actually going on here in New York. I am absolutely mortified and scarred for life. I have NEVER, under any circumstance felt such unimaginable defeat. Its the worst episode of greys anatomy. Its 100% worse than that nightmare you had that you left without giving report. Doctors are resorting to checking their own vitals and drawing their own blood if need be. They are moving patients around, pulling carts to more open areas to intubate right in the hallway, 3 feet from another patient. There are people praying out loud, absolutely begging nurses and doctors running all over the place in circles around them to save them. And theyre dying. Theyre dying right there in the hall. Were running out of oxygen tanks over and over again, leaving these people with nothing. The wall oxygen is being occupied by vents. People cant breathe and theres nothing we can do besides prone them and try to comfort them while another one crashes and needs to be intubated. So, you have to walk away and try to help the next. People are circling the drain, and put in que to be intubated next. My emotions and thoughts- all over the place- up and down-all day long. One minute Im hyping myself up saying, you can do this! Be smart! Who can you help? Then, I cant do this. This is terrifying! is it worth it? What if I catch it? Be strong for these people! Say the right thing! It might be the last thing they hear. 🥺 Then, Id cry. Ive got on so many layers over my face that nobody can see that Im crying, so I kept working. Nobody knows where anything is. Nobody is a staff nurse. Working tirelessly to perform tasks like starting IVs, foleys, essential meds, oxygen, etc. without a break to remove the mask for 12 hours straight. Not even a sip of anything to drink. I started with 6 patients and couldnt even get into the computer to look at a single thing about them for the first three hours. When I got in, it had been 27 hours since a set of vitals were documented on my vents. My vented patients are on drips to gravity. I say to myself, You better guess right because If you run that fentanyl too fast youre going to be the reason she finally dies. Its haunting! Hundreds of alarms are sounding every second of every minute. Hourly rounding is to make sure my patients are still alive, and for what? Theyre all waiting for their turn. During one of the waves that we completely ran out of oxygen, a man was strugling, praying in the hallway. He was noticed to be dead with his hands folded over his chest. He lie there, dead,for an hour before he was put into a body bag and moved wherever the rest of them are going. Labs are overdue from 2 days ago. Pharmacy is doing their best to load they Pyxis and were out of Zithromax, rocephin, and hydroxychloraquine every 20 mins. We keep trying to pull it because sometimes we get lucky and its there. Then we have to decide which one of our patients to give it to because its ordered for all of them. And these people are on carts in the hallway without masks and carts are blocking doorways, closets, utility and storage rooms. We put in a chest tube in the hallway. We put in foleys in the hallway. Privacy is not a thing here. Everybody has diarrhea. People are getting cleaned up- maybe once per shift. I did vitals on my vented patients once, maybe twice in a 12 hour period. I had some patients that I never checked a pulse ox on in 12 hours. There are a hundred or more nurses and doctors all garbed up, running in circles doing what they can, and its not enough.
I cried. I got mad. I felt useless. And everyone said, youre doing the best you can. We all are! But, I thought we came here to save people. The reality is that we dont have the resources to save people. For the first time ever, as I try to pour water to a plastic cup for a lady to take her medicine, I think Maybe this is the end of the world! Otherwise, why would every- single- thing- we are doing be going so wrong?! The water wont turn on. When it does turn on, its dripping- drops into the cup. Then, I cry again.