Both my wife and I work in the ER. The reason why our relationship works is because she worries a little bit more and I worry a little less. I am of the opinion that this is what I signed up for, so like it.
I help transport patients and help nurses out with their work.
I’ve done CPR on a couple of different people where we’ve got to go full PPE with the blue gowns. I have a little feeling of pride coming to work being one of the front-liners right now.
I also worked through SARS, so I’ve been through this before and seen the impact of a pandemic. The stress levels with COVID seem to be higher than what it was with SARS. I’m not sure if it’s social media or having so much information at our fingertips. The numbers change every day, the routine changes every day, and what people are asking us to do changes every day. I keep up on those little things. But then I try to shut it off and just basically focus on what I need to do when I come to work to be the safest and to help protect my family.
Nobody’s role is exactly the same as it was. We’re all fighting a new battle together – the nurses are signing up for shifts, people are coming from other floors to help us out in the ER.
And I don’t know if it’s the right term, but it’s like a war. We’re fighting and we’re all doing it together.