I live and work in New York (Long Island specifically) and things have pretty much settled down at our hospitals.
The make-shift ICUs have been dismantled, COVID patients on vents relegated to a small area in the back of the MICU (Medical ICU). The non-intubated people housed in three hallways of the unit that had always been designated for infectious diseases. Those areas still have the COVID look to them, bags taped to walls and blue plastic gowns hung from hooks, but there is less desperation than there was.
The patients that were going to die in the ICUs are slowly dying, regardless of what the families want and what any doctor could ever do. Those not on vents are going home (with oxygen and forever damaged lungs -pulmonary cripples) or still short of breath on high concentration of oxygen and clearly going nowhere.
At least the families can come to the windows and see their relatives from outside the buildings. And we’re beginning to let some families come visit those near death.
Everywhere else in the hospital it’s different. We still all wear masks (a habit that will probably live on for a good long time) but the rooms are now immaculate, the floors shiny and the walls all freshly painted. All hint of the horror covered in bright white with earth-tone trim.
I was rounding with my team this week when our social worker (a brilliant woman who was “parachuted” into the hospital from our hospice affiliate on a grant to help us – she arrived as the “tide” was washing out) noted the look in our eyes and the blank eyes of the nurses on the floors and asked us, “but how did it feel?”
It Was Dark

As a group, including some floor and ICU staff, we all had similar recollections.
It was dark. Not literally, but no matter how many lights were on – the hallways, rooms, and offices felt darker than they should have been. The atmosphere inside was “heavy”, hard to breath.
We all agreed that we actually couldn’t remember what it was like… more like we didn’t want to remember it, but we all had individual “moments” we remembered. One nurse said that she couldn’t remember anything about those weeks, but vividly described an incident in which two young patients coded in the same room and they had to choose which one to intubate first and which one to let die.
A social worker recalls helping a group of nurses communicate with a patient who spoke Greek and was isolated and scared, they didn’t have to care so much, she said, but it was the act of caring so hard that maintained their sanity.
I recall the surreal nature of one of our make-shift ICUs towards the end of the first wave, messy, music from phones in the background, “bunny suits” tied around everyone’s waist (they are hot to wear all day).
When these snippets of shared memories are recalled, everyone looks the same, they get glassy eyed, as if peering into a dark distant place, then everyone says the same things.
“I can’t remember much about it.”
“It’s too soon-I don’t want to think about it.”
“I had no one to talk about this with anyway. “
“It pisses me off that everyone outside is bitching and moaning about being BORED!”
“I’m scared, I don’t think I could do it again. But I’m scared that we’re gonna have to, no one is paying attention!”
I don’t know how I’ll be able to do it again, but I will… as will everyone else, no matter how scared they are. It’s what we do.
Covid Update
So, I don’t care what you think of New York or it’s governor, New York and the Northeast (except Vermont) has done an amazing job in decreasing cases of Covid.
I fear for all those states that thought we were joking or that we were over dramatic “snowflakes” ( I invite you to see the refrigerated trucks behind the hospital). You are now being hit with it worse than we were.
Wear all the PPE.
I address the new Covid Warriors (healthcare workers) :
Patients should get high flow O2 and lay them prone. All of the meds we have now DON’T WORK!
Isolation is important as is hand hygiene.
Eat well, sleep, wear your mask it’s not political, it’s reality, exercise. Keep relative isolation from vulnerable family members.
Scrubs, head covers with buttons on the sides for the mask straps (look on Etsy) and “Covid sneakers” that you change out of outside your house and throw in the wash before walking in.
Be good to yourself, it’s gonna suck and you’ll likely end up as damaged as we are in the NE. We’ll be here when you need help like you helped us.
New Mask
On a not serious note, I got a new mask.

Since we’re all going to need masks for the foreseeable future, I ordered a very cool looking and comfortable mask. It is super comfortable with a Velcro strap around the back of the neck (takes the strain off the ears) very breathable with replaceable filters inside.
Called Base Camp masks, it’s good quality, solid shipping and less than 40 dollars.
You’ll spend more on boxes of cheap masks of poor quality that don’t look near as cool. Btw, I’m not getting paid to show you the mask, I just think it’s cool.
As always, wash ya hands, wear a mask, social distance, and love each other… we are all we have.


