A lot of the time I feel like I work in one of those human battery fields in the movie The Matrix. I feel like I’m part of a system that is keeping people who should be dead alive to create revenue for healthcare and pharmaceutical conglomerates.
Also, in the case of someone who should be allowed to die (if you don’t know what I’m talking about when I say this and this hurts your feelings, I can describe this patient to you), but instead is continuously brought back from the dead and cycled back to the floor, to LTAC, and back to ICU to be brought back again, every body system is failing. This means that doctors from every specialty are seeing them—GI, cardiology, psych, pulmonary, renal, etc.—as well as every therapy discipline—OT, PT. Everyone is getting paid.
Patients like this have become the humans from the matrix, kept alive only to power the machines, and we work for the machines.
And some days I help an old lady get cleaned up and brush her teeth and hair, and she looks a million times better, is super grateful, and is discharged home to her cat the next day