Discharged: Alive. That is the best thing I have read all week. My entire office celebrated. Our first COVID-19 patient fell ill quickly, became hospitalized, was transferred to intensive care and then intubated. I suppose in the bigger picture this may not seem like the biggest victory against the pandemic, but it was for our clinic.
Wow! What a weird time it’s been. As physicians, as humans, as citizens of our local communities and work families, as parents, as children, as partners, as business owners; we have had to decide how we will show up in the face of uncertainty.
Every morning when I go to the office, to the hospital, to nursing homes, I ask myself now, “am I doing my patients a favor?” Maybe I will make them sick. Or maybe they will make me sick. After very visit to the homeless shelter, I wonder, should I immediately go into a two-week self-isolation period? How do we do what we love professionally in the time of plague?