Fatigued
I'm tired.
Personally, I've lost at least 10 patients I know of to COVID19; these are only the ones I am aware of, when their family members call to update me and to explain why they are cancelling their next visit. Just yesterday, I wrote another condolence card to the family of another patient who died from COVID complications; on the very same day, I saw another patient- a man I have known for 8 years and have come to enjoy his visits- who tells me COVID is not real, and the numbers are made up. That he wore a mask only because the clinic requires it. My soul feels torn, battered, and lost. There are times when I question the goodness of humanity, and whether we deserve to be saved from this pandemic. I wonder how as a society we have evolved into this ugly community with so much disdain and lacking so much in decency.
COVID fatigue is real. And I'm not even someone on the frontlines treating COVID patients. I'm just on the sidelines- treating patients, and unfortunately higher risk patients since most of my patients have diabetes and many are elderly- but I can only imagine how my critical care, infectious disease and hospitalist colleagues must feel.
Times like this, I can only look to the kindness that sometimes shines through the darkness. Seeing random acts of kindness and selflessness. Being reminded of the unconditional love my kids and wife shower me with. And remembering that humans, fortunately enough, have a habit of being stubborn and not giving up easily, that science and ingenuity will (probably) eventually win.
The numbers are still climbing. But with the vaccination programs being implemented in stages worldwide, let's hope and pray that this nightmare will come to an end soon.
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