Cross-posting from the heenastat blog.
I have been waiting for a moment of joy in the profession that did not involve death to write again. It turns out that those moments are few and far between and I feel compelled to write a few words today. Writing, sharing, letting out the feelings I must keep at bay when I am with my patients and their families is therapeutic.
Bearing witness to physical pain and emotional suffering is part of the job. The opportunity to ameliorate the body’s failure and to transcend the soul’s response are part of the allure of the work of surgeons, in particular trauma surgeons like myself. A good day at work for me–a day when I get to flex my life saving muscle and bask in the glory of my critical care prowess–is a bad day for anyone on the receiving end of my clinical skills and empathy, no matter what the outcome.
No one wakes up expecting to be at the center of a human tragedy. Yet, as trauma surgeons we are thrust into a peripheral role in such tragedies daily. In my typical week on service (a few nights on call, 7 days of rounding, two clinics, and reams of accumulating paperwork) the balance of patients with minor injuries, good outcomes, or major life saves typically outweigh those with severe life-threatening injuries at risk of high morbidity and mortality. But this has been an atypical week.
These last 6 days have been filled with inexplicable events and unimaginable losses for my patients and their families. Car crashes, suicide, house fires, occupational hazards, animal attacks, physical abuse, interpersonal violence. The causes have been varied. The effects have been a river of tears flowing through a mountain of grief. The landscape of sorrow created by these tragedies has exhausted me far more than the overnights and the ~110 hours logged in the effort to provide round the clock trauma care.
As surgeons, we hope not to grow too used to it, not to become cold and unfeeling in the face of human tragedy. But we need some way to move on. This week, I feel buoyed by gratitude of surviving family members and the supportive words from fellow providers. The warm embrace and patience of those who love me and care for me during those few hours away from work have also helped. But with one more day to go, I am simply wishing for a quiet last day on service devoid of human tragedy. No more bravado in the trauma bay. No more delivering bad news. No more grief for the people in my catchment area. We all need a break.
[originally posted 3/6/2016]
I hope you get a reprieve! It seems the call gods (as I call them) deliver the opposite of what I hope for, when I’m on call… If I have something I really want to do, I get a call at that moment… So I try not to hope for quiet and try not to make plans and ultimately try to be ready for anything. I am off today- after working 13 days straight. Still completing charting today, but trying to re-group and re-charge. We have to take satisfaction in knowing that what we do makes a difference, and the drive has to come from within because the external signs are not always there. When we are fortunate to have someone notice the good, it is extremely gratifying. Surgery (and life in general) has an interesting ebb and flow. Everything comes in waves- I hope your tide moves out soon and you are able to recharge!
I hope you get a day of rest soon! Thank you for what you do.It’s incomprehensible to me, but I know it’s incredibly difficult work. Thank you.