Returning to work was horrific, and I felt like I was going into battle. I was fully gowned up, with two masks, a shield, and a head cover. I probably wore all this for six or seven hours before I could take it off for a five-minute break and eat something. By that point, my face hurt, my forehead hurt, my ears hurt...
But that didnt compare to the emotional shock. My first day back, I walked around and every single person in every room was on a vent or a non-rebreather, and it was so eerie. It was like I was in some alternate universe, out of some movie. It was like: Where am I? What happened?
The world had turned upside down in two weeks. None of us have seen our departments like this before, with back-to-back critical patients, where the next two hours determine whether they will live or die. You used to have patients at that level a couple times a shift, but it was multiple times an hour. Id take a moment of pause before I went in; if you dont mentally prepare, youre going to tear up.
Having the virus myself prepared me in a different way. It gave me perspective, and Im grateful I could understand what patients were going through. It was a very scary experience for me, and I understood why they were scared, too. Id tell patients who werent admitted that it will get better, that their symptoms are normal, but its just a very, very long road.
Additional reporting by Benedict Evans