Maybe this doesn’t apply to all specialties, all the time. But honestly, for those who run out of that graduation gate with dreams of emergency/acute/critical care gleaming in their eyes, we need to do a better job of making sure they’re ready.
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It seems criminal that 21 year old me, never realized the amount of work it was going to take to get right with the amount of horrifying shit I was going to have to endure over the next 15 years.
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I don’t know why healthcare employers have gotten away with providing a 1-800-call-if-you’re-feeling-sad number as a band aid solution to keeping the mental health of their work force afloat.
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I don’t know why, that finally, we started to realize the insane amount of mental trauma that our First Responders endure, and awareness and treatment started to become normalized, but those on the other side of the hospital doors weren’t treated the same.
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Maybe it’s because they realize that if they warn these kids, because that’s what they are… kids… that they are going to spend every day of their careers trying to compartmentalize and process the emotions that follow being the person that walks that patient
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Or that family through the worst moment of their lives, then rinse, shake, and do it all over again… maybe they won’t come. Because what we’re realizing now, after nearly 2 years of Covid… they aren’t coming back.
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I was just saying to my colleagues yesterday this. You’ve outlined the emotions and as I stated at the morale booster button “I love nursing”. My heart isn’t in it lately. Hoping that my passion returns soon…. Some days I do love it but those days are fewer than pre-covid
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As a HCW, has it ever just all of a sudden struck you, that you’ve literally half your life throwing on a pair of scrubs, showing up to work, and then spending the next 8, 12, however many hours standing beside someone having the worst day of their life?