The Pandemic: 2 Years Later From A Tired Nurse

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Author’s Note: I wasn’t going to post this. I wrote it, then talked myself out of it. Then talked myself into it, only to talk myself out of it again. Then my partner wanted me to watch a COVID-19 documentary with her. I sat down with her and only made it 5 minutes. And a special someone on here encouraged me to post this. So, here it is.

This isnt far off from what my typical day looks like.
This isn't far off from what my typical day looks like.

Hi there, so some of you may know this already, but for those of you that don’t, I’m a RN (BSN) in an ICU in a large hospital in the Midwest U.S.


And something that only a select few of you know…I’m tired.


I graduated from nursing school in 2019 and went to work in my hospital’s burn/wound care center. Early February of 2020, I got my dream job in the Medical Intensive Care Unit in my hospital. Critical Care was my dream, and I was living it.


March 2020. The first confirmed case of COVID-19 in my state. The patient was actually referred to my hospital. I remember being nervous. There was a feeling in the air that honestly is best described as weird. We all felt weird. We had been watching what was happening in Italy. The amount of meetings my unit was having that were going over our infectious disease procedures was crazy. Honestly, it was all crazy.


Then we started getting more patients that were COVID positive. Then more. Then more. Then we were full.


Then we were scared. Not nervous…..scared. We didn’t know how bad it was going to get. The unknown was terrifying. We did not know what to do. I saw veteran nurses and physicians with more years of critical care experience than I’ve been alive, break down and cry because of what was happening. I was a 23 year old new grad nurse that hadn’t even been out of nursing school for a year. I looked to these people for answers……but they were just as uncertain as I was.


I was certain about one thing though. I. Was. Terrified.


I was terrified to go to work. I was terrified to go into my patient’s rooms. In the back of my mind, I would think “well….this is the patient that gets me sick.” And after I was done with work, I was terrified to go home. Terrified that I would bring it home and spread it to my roommates. For 6 months I would drop my scrubs in the garage and immediately jump in the shower. Then, I was off to live in my bedroom, door shut, away from the roommates and the rest of the world.


Then I would go back to work and do it all again.


I had an entire MyTake written and ready to go. I wrote down a lot of the horrifying crap that I (and so many other nurses and doctors and RTs and others) have dealt with over the last 2 years. Things that keep me up at night. Things that make me cry in the shower, or in my car in the parking garage, or at my station. Things that make me not want to be a nurse anymore.


The problem is….after 2 years (yes 2 years) of a pandemic, the people that need to hear what we are going through and why getting vaccinated is so important, are the ones that won’t listen to what we have to say. What I, and so many others, have experienced every single day for the last 2 years and will continue to experience for the foreseeable future, will be ignored by these people. Or worse, they’ll just call it all lies or fake.


And I am getting too tired to fight for it.


You may have noticed that I am typing this in the past tense. Like it is all over. But it isn’t. Not even close. It is now on the eve of 2 years…..not 2 weeks, not 2 months…..but 2 years since that first case in my state. What has changed? Nothing. In 2 long years, nothing has changed. Yeah, we have a vaccine now. Yeah, we have booster shots.


But people are still dying…..and it would be so infuriating if I wasn’t so tired.


I’m tired of going into work. I’m tired of gowning up and going into my patient's room. I’m tired of being afraid to get sick. I’m tired of calling families to tell them they need to prepare to say their final goodbyes over an iPad. I’m tired of watching my patients….human beings with hopes, dreams, favorite foods, lives, families, friends, moms and dads, brothers and sisters, children……waste away to nothing.


Breathing is one of the most basic functions a human has to complete to stay alive. So basic that your body does it for you most of the time. But watching someone struggle and focus all of their energy on taking just one breath…..it fucks you up. So does pushing morphine and lorazepam to make the end of life as comfortable as it can be. I’ve gotten very good at that….


I am not the same fresh nurse I was 2 years ago. I’m not even the same person. I fear that person is gone.


So please, I beg you, if you can, get you vaccination (or keep up on your boosters). Wear a mask. Think of how your actions affect others. Let’s end this so we can all get on with our lives.


Signed,

Your friendly, tired nurse

The Pandemic: 2 Years Later From A Tired Nurse
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