Each day I wake up for another day the same as yesterday
I make my coffee and turn on my computer, browsing my emails before anything else.
For the last several weeks, there are constantly new updates surrounding Covid-19.
New training guidelines, new questions to discuss with patients, changes from the CDC and updates regarding medication dispensing.
Help for the fight
There are also constant requests from state governors, healthcare agencies and boards of nursing requesting additional healthcare personnel to help fight this virus.
Requesting nurses to come out of retirement. Waiving reinstatement fees and extending licensure renewals. They are almost begging.
My heart races and my stomach drops – I feel guilty
My social media feeds are flooded with pictures and videos of nurses crying, quitting their jobs due to fear, risking their lives working without proper PPE, or simply braving the virus and taking a risk because of their oath of caring for others cannot be shaken.
Should I be out there?
I stepped away from the bedside in 2018. I was fortunate to find a position as a Case Manager with the added benefit of working from home. I am young and do not have a family I am supporting or worried about spreading the virus to. I should be out there. In fact, I did reach out to my employer about the possibility of taking leave to help on the frontlines, but this was not granted. I would be lying if part of me wasn't a tiny bit relieved.
I believe that most nurses, healthcare professionals in general, have a sense of needing to help. If you ask a nurse why they chose their profession, that is likely the answer you will receive. We seem to naturally possess traits of compassion, selflessness, and empathy. We are also (usually) stellar at teamwork and critical thinking. Unfortunately, the traits of a nurse can be detrimental. To ourselves. We tend to put the oxygen mask on someone else before ourselves, metaphorically speaking. We do not often make ourselves a priority. I partly blame our healthcare environments for this. They have conditioned us to accept more responsibility with less support. To be a "team player.” To pick up extra shifts when we are exhausted. To work when we are unwell ourselves. And now, nurses are being exposed to a deadly virus and are not being provided basic PPE, yet they are expected to accept these conditions without complaint.
There is not a soul that does not support our frontline nurses during this time. Truthfully, I do not feel there is enough being done to support them (free donuts and shoes is barely a band-aid) but that is an article in itself...
I am grateful and I am necessary
At the end of the day I am grateful I do not have to make the decisions our frontline nurses do. I must remind myself that the work I do is also helpful and necessary. That I am still supporting my patients in a different manner by educating them, ensuring they have necessary supplies and medications and that they are staying home, in turn hopefully making a small dent in lessening the burden of hospitals and our brave nurses.
I hope that nurses are feeling confident enough in their WORTH to make the decisions that are right for them and their families. To know that their fear is valid and if they are scared or feeling unsupported that they need to use their voices. Remember that nursing is so vast with so many opportunities, and if your employer does not value you in a crisis, they do not deserve you.
Lastly
I want our frontline nurses to know that we stand with them in solidarity. We are crying and praying along with them. We admire their sacrifice and will never judge whatever tough decisions they may make during this time.
Specializes in Physiology, CM, consulting, nsg edu, LNC, COB.
On 4/12/2020 at 8:55 AM, Nascar nurse said:
A sweet nurse friend reminded me I had done my time on the front lines & in the process had mentored many young nurses and aides throughout the years. She reminded me that I AM out there, it’s just not my hands doing the work but in the lessons I’ve taught. That’s helped some...but maybe added a new worry if I’ve taught them well enough to save their own lives too.
I wish the same. I’m old enough to have been in the front lines of the AIDS epidemic, when even when we knew how it was carried in blood and body fluids many nurses betrayed their oath and refused care to these dying men — they were, in the beginning, all men, and they all died, all of them— not given a cool hand, not a washcloth, not a back rub, not a visitor. The suffering was crushing. Those of us who cared for them took a lot of abuse from people who had a lot to say about God’s will and sin, and we remember how the GOP of the time sat on its fat *** and did nothing for years to help.
I couldn’t go back to bedside now even if I wanted to, too old. But I never thought for an instant then about not going to work then even though my parents and fiancé hated the idea. A single mother, I had two little kids at home, too, one still not weaned yet. I can’t feel guilty about getting old but I’ll tell you, I never thought I’d see this kind of thing in my lifetime again, and my heart breaks for my younger brothers and sisters who were my students. I hope I taught them well.
Hannahbanana, BSN, MSN
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I wish the same. I’m old enough to have been in the front lines of the AIDS epidemic, when even when we knew how it was carried in blood and body fluids many nurses betrayed their oath and refused care to these dying men — they were, in the beginning, all men, and they all died, all of them— not given a cool hand, not a washcloth, not a back rub, not a visitor. The suffering was crushing. Those of us who cared for them took a lot of abuse from people who had a lot to say about God’s will and sin, and we remember how the GOP of the time sat on its fat *** and did nothing for years to help.
I couldn’t go back to bedside now even if I wanted to, too old. But I never thought for an instant then about not going to work then even though my parents and fiancé hated the idea. A single mother, I had two little kids at home, too, one still not weaned yet. I can’t feel guilty about getting old but I’ll tell you, I never thought I’d see this kind of thing in my lifetime again, and my heart breaks for my younger brothers and sisters who were my students. I hope I taught them well.