For those in the United States, wishing you a safe, healthy Thanksgiving. This year is unlike any other, and most of us are feeling upset, pain, sorrow, anger, and disappointment. I can certainly commiserate with that. But I also hope that we can identify a few things to be grateful for.
I am thankful for the hard work, dedication, sacrifice, and persistence of the health care community that has stepped up during this pandemic. The team I work with in the intensive care unit is incredible. I could not ask for better nurses, respiratory therapists, consultants, and colleagues. Day and night we work shoulder-to-shoulder (figuratively - we distance when we can) taking care of the sickest patients, talking to their families, and performing high-risk procedures. Our infectious disease specialists have been a great boon, sifting through literature and helping us navigate this new illness. Our department and hospital leaders are aware of the mental, emotional, and physical toll this prolonged pandemic has taken, and are doing the best they can to alleviate the burnout. Our care of COVID patients also depends on an army of seldom-recognized co-workers, from those who source the PPE to those who dispose of it when we are done using it. We have so many people behind the scenes helping us in a myriad of ways so that we clinicians can focus on bedside patient care. Thank you.
In our larger communities, I am grateful for those tireless scientists who make my work possible, who give us hope, and who equip us with the knowledge and tools to tackle this disease. I appreciate those leaders in our communities and governments that have taken this threat seriously and done what they can to enact policies to protect public health. I am grateful for those in our community that have changed their lives and made sacrifices in order to social distance, avoid gatherings, and reduce transmission.
Most importantly, I appreciate my family, friends, and support network during this difficult and trying year. I think back to the beginning of 2020 and can't believe things have changed so much, but my friends and family have held steadfast through all these months. We will get through this together. Thank you.
Some thoughts from an intensive care physician caring for COVID-19 patients in the Bay Area. This is a journal. It is not medical advice, coronavirus education, or public health information. Please use other resources for that. Posts are in reverse chronological order.
Winter is coming. I think this may be one of the hardest winters this nation will face in recent history. The pandemic is out of control, and it will get worse. Tens of thousands of people will die. Hundreds of thousands will be infected. Many will have long-lasting health effects from the virus. Some of this death and disability will result from suboptimal care due to overwhelmed health facilities and health care providers. Some hospitals may even talk of rationing care. Non-coronavirus illnesses may be undertreated or neglected. The next few months will substantially change the health of our population. It is a terrible thing.
Unfortunately, this is on top of economic fallout, political divisiveness, social isolation, and industry upheaval. It occurs when we are fatigued and afraid and angry. Our mental, physical, social, and societal resources are being depleted. We have little reserve left. Our ability to meet outdoors is diminishing, and riskier indoor activities will rise. We face challenges in deciding how to celebrate the holidays; without doubt, they will cause a surge in cases, hospitalizations, and deaths.
There is some hope. Vaccine trial data is coming out and is promising. We may be able to begin developing a national immune system. A change in the White House may mean stronger leadership, closer adherence to expert recommendations, and more support to those who need it. Scientists are learning more about the virus, the disease, and the epidemiology. And our clinical experience in the last nine months have helped those of us on the ground take care of patients a little more effectively and efficiently.
I suppose I write posts like this every few months, and each time it feels just as pressing. Acting immediately and acting drastically will change the course of winter. We need to reduce viral spread now. Individuals need to take responsibility of masking and distancing, and governments need to take responsibility of educating, mandating, and enforcing. Health care systems need to look ahead, and governments need to provide resources to mitigate the oncoming deluge. We need to rethink our holiday and travel plans. We need to reimagine businesses. We need to reach out to each other in support. The more we do now and the fewer risks we take, the quicker we can make it through this pandemic.
"And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night."
-Matthew Arnold, "Dover Beach"
I didn't quite get the chance to blog on President Trump's COVID diagnosis, but I did have several thoughts about it. Most importantly, I try (though it may be impossibly difficult) to divorce my political opinions from the medical nature of an elderly man getting COVID. Although President Trump's policies have made this pandemic what it is and his personal beliefs and behaviors contributed to his infection, his becoming ill is not cause to push political views. Each COVID infection is a terrible tragedy.
But I did have several random thoughts about this situation. How do we think about health privacy? Anyone who remotely deals with medical data knows a host of privacy laws protect our individual health information. Does this apply to the president? What rights does the public have to know about the health condition of the president of our country? What about Congress or the principal officers of the executive department?
Coronavirus and its treatment (particularly the steroid dexamethasone) may affect someone's mental capacity, executive function, and decision making. Should the medical team actively assess that? Should the President of the United States with his attendant powers and responsibilities be held to a specific standard of capacity? When do we start talking about the twenty-fifth amendment?
The President's infection with COVID also illustrates the stark realities of socioeconomic disparity. At the start of the pandemic over half a year ago, I read a lot that the virus does not care if you are rich or poor. This is both true and not true. Like the vast majority of diseases, illness can strike the wealthy, but it tends to do so less often than it strikes the poor. Money can provide significant protection. I remember at the height of the first wave, wealthy New Yorkers fled to second homes. Even now, the majority of those who can work at home are richer than those who have to physically go to work.
Clearly, President Trump's infection can be traced to poor distancing, mask-wearing, and preventive measures. But after he acquired the disease, we see the second big socioeconomic disparity. He received treatments that are in short supply. I don't have access to antibody cocktails, and my county has a limited supply of remdesivir antiviral. I strongly believe that care shouldn't depend on who you are, in either direction. I've taken care of death-row inmates and millionaire CEOs and personal acquaintances, and though I'm sure that has a subconscious effect, I actively try to provide the same care. Unfortunately, the reality is that wealth and status make a difference.
There are many other ways to look at this outbreak happening at the top of our government, but these are just my initial takes. We ought to recognize that perhaps the most important and influential person in the world acquired this disease, and he had the opportunity to change the course of the pandemic many months ago. But I also think we must acknowledge that his infection is one among millions. Tomorrow I will still go to work and do what I can for the tragic victims of this pandemic.
I haven't said much about the possibility of a COVID vaccine in this blog. The main reason is that I don't know much about vaccine development. We learn the principles of immunology, how clinical trials are designed, and the ethics of vaccine development (since vaccines are given to healthy individuals, the risk-benefit analysis is different than, say, a chemotherapy given to someone with cancer). But among the panoply of things we learn in medical school, vaccine development is given little weight. The vast majority of practicing physicians do not participate in designing, developing, and trialing a vaccine.
That is not to say that I don't understand and believe in the vaccines we have. Vaccines work and we should trust them. I've never seen a case of polio or the measles, all because of vaccines. I have seen the devastating consequences of someone without a spleen who did not receive the appropriate vaccines (asplenic patients are highly susceptible to certain preventable infections). Edward Jenner's discovery led to the elimination of smallpox, which had a mortality rate of 40%. It's easy to forget or overlook the incredible public health benefits of vaccines. Those who do not believe in the science and medicine of vaccines pose a serious threat to both individual and public health.
So what will happen when we hopefully get a coronavirus vaccine? I think there must be several safeguards in place. The testing of the vaccine needs to be scientifically rigorous. We already have established safety thresholds for vaccine development, and we should not cut any corners. We are pushing the vaccine through a lightning fast timeline with tons of resources, but we cannot relax our standards. Similarly, we cannot let political, pharmaceutical, or other interests influence the science. They can debate how we produce it, how much it costs, how we distribute it, but I want scientific integrity free of bias when it comes to determining the efficacy and risks of the vaccine. In this world, nothing is completely free of bias, but we must resist using the vaccine as a political pawn. And if we get a vaccine that has been studied and endorsed by unbiased, independent, recognized scientists and physicians, then I will get in line. We wait to see how effective it will be, and what side effects it might pose, but having seen the individual health impact of COVID and the community impact of this infectious pathogen, I think a vaccine will be critical in getting us closer to normalcy.
What a challenging summer it has been. With heat waves, wildfires, power outages (including a brief outage at the hospital which required us to switch to generators and halt non-essential activities), and blanketing smoke, the Bay Area has felt a little fire and brimstone. I am ready for 2020 to be over.
I don't generally like complaining. But as this pandemic grinds us down and crises keep coming, I feel that it is important to acknowledge what this is doing to our psychological health. It's a different type of exhaustion than we had at the beginning of the pandemic. In March and April I sensed a stress related to uncertainty, fear, and clinical overload. We didn't know enough about the disease, we didn't have enough personal protective equipment, we worried for ourselves, our families, and our patients. We saw what was happening in China, Europe, and the East Coast, and we braced ourselves.
This activates a type of stress that some of us actually thrive on. I would say most critical care physicians and anesthesiologists function well under pressure. We self-select into these specialties that encompass rapidly changing clinical situations, acute life-threatening illnesses, and complex problems requiring immediate responses. The nurses, respiratory therapists, and other providers I work with have that personality as well.
Unfortunately, six months later, this pandemic generates a different type of stress. It's a chronic stress of one thing after another, slowly wearing us down with no end in sight. I am not the type of doctor that handles this kind of long-term impending doom. I have so much respect for those outpatient doctors who care for progressive dementia or metastatic cancer. Perhaps the analogy isn't great, but it's one I've been thinking about. For those of us who run on adrenaline, our glands are tapped, and we are struggling to cope. I am exhausted.
So we try to accept that this is the way the world is now and prepare ourselves for the long grind. I have never been that interested in self-help literature, but I admit I've been reading more articles on how to build resilience, develop self-awareness, accept that we are grieving for a lost world. I've also paid more attention to reaching out to friends, finding activities that fulfill me, and caring for myself. We must continue to support each other.
One awfully sad thing I've seen in this pandemic is guilt. An older man with metastatic cancer has been isolating himself. However, his son, worried about him, convinces him to allow a visit. The son brings his children - the patient's grandchildren - because they haven't seen him for over six months. This is complicated by the fact that the man's metastatic cancer gives him a survival prognosis of less than a year. His children and grandchildren may not be able to see him before the pandemic is over.
Several days after the visit, the man develops high fevers, shortness of breath, and cough. His oncologist by televisit sends him to the emergency department and he is diagnosed with COVID. Over the ensuing week he rapidly worsens. When he was diagnosed with metastatic cancer, he had discussed what he would want at the end of his life. He did not want to die on a ventilator. Eventually, his oxygen worsened to the point that we could not sustain him. He said that he was ready to move on.
The death, while tragic, is a common occurrence in this pandemic. We did what we could for him medically, and when we reached the limit of what we could offer, we tried to give him a painless, dignity-affirming end of life. But I was most affected by my conversations with the son. They were by phone because unfortunately, he tested positive for COVID as well. And as you may imagine, his sense of guilt was overwhelming. I struggled with what to tell him.
What is it like to grapple with the guilt of Oedipus? How do we make decisions when each branch could lead to regret? Can we afford not to visit family dying of cancer? Can we live with ourselves if we think we might have hastened their death? Could this be happening around the country, around the world? It's easy to brush off consequences of our actions if they are far away and unknown, but how devastating it is to realize they are so close to home.
COVID is a strange disease. Most patients do not require hospitalization, and of those who are hospitalized, most do not require intensive care. But the ones I see, the ones who need the ICU, are very sick and remain so for a long time. These patients stay for weeks. Any day-to-day progress is tiny, and for many of these patients, we see very little improvement even over weeks. We treat them with dexamethasone and remdesivir, prevent complications like blood clots, support them with high flow oxygen or non-invasive positive pressure, and encourage them to position themselves in ways that help lung-oxygen matching (what we call self-proning).
But, it seems, at some point, if there is progressive decline, patients reach the edge of a cliff and then decompensate incredibly rapidly. We see the usual complications of intensive care: delirium, arrhythmias, acute kidney injury, secondary infections, gastrointestinal bleeding, or blood clots. And then, it seems, the patients tip over the edge and all the organs fail simultaneously. Patients get intubated, require vasopressors, need dialysis, and receive transfusions. We begin seeing complications that are incredibly rare in the medical ICU. This week, I saw a tension pneumothorax from high ventilator pressures, and I had to do an emergent needle decompression - a procedure many (non-trauma) intensive care physicians never do. Once the patients become truly unstable, they die within a few days, even if they had seemed "okay" for weeks. Once they go into multiorgan failure, it seems, they begin actively dying, and there is nothing we can do to reverse that.
This is part of why our intensive care units are full and our nurses and physicians exhausted. Patients with COVID stay for a long time, and when they deteriorate, they do so shockingly rapidly, requiring a huge amount of physician and nursing resources. When one of my COVID patients died this week, I was at the bedside for hours along with three nurses and two respiratory therapists. Right now, our intensive care unit isn't full or overflowing. I can't imagine hospitals in those areas where ICUs are over capacity. Stay safe. Protect yourself and protect others and protect the resiliency of our medical system.
I don't think we need to isolate and become hermits again. But there's a spectrum of social and economic activities, and with a holiday weekend coming up, I think we ought to consider the risks and benefits of our plans. In my opinion, the risks of a large social gathering are just too high to the attendants and to the community. We all need to see family, interact with others, and celebrate what we can, but I urge you to do it in a responsible fashion.
Right now, we have as many COVID patients in our intensive care unit as we did in April. However, the community has less social distancing and caution, and I worry our resources will be strained. Since there is a lag between when someone gets infected and when they seek emergency care (thought to be 1-2 weeks), we're only seeing the consequences of what happened mid-June. Even if we all adhered to better measures now, things will get worse for a week or two before they get better. This lag makes it hard for us to connect our community's collective decision-making and our case numbers.
The goal is that if you or someone you love or even someone you've never met needs an ICU bed, a ventilator, a doctor, a nurse, a respiratory therapist, bloodwork, X-rays, or medications, he or she can get it. Even if what that person wants and needs is a peaceful, pain-free death with dignity with family present, we want to be able to provide that.
As a doctor, I have not yet been in a situation where I was giving significantly suboptimal care because what I felt a patient needed was not available. I hope I never have to be in that situation. I cannot imagine what it was like for professionals who had to face that reality in other hospitals at the beginning of the pandemic.
At that time, there wasn't a whole lot anyone could do to prevent those situations from happening. It was already too late. But now, right now, we have a chance to prevent that sort of crisis from reoccurring.
I wouldn't ask this if I didn't think it mattered. Our health care system is here for you if you need it. And we are readying ourselves for what's to come. But responsibility for our health and our health care system is a collective, community responsibility. Every individual contributes. Thank you for your help and sacrifice.
I don't think there is a clear answer, and I think in the coming months to years we will have regular surges and declines in the number of cases. A lot depends on local outbreaks, seasonal variation, events with congregation, and coronavirus fatigue. So I approach this problem with clear public health goals. We must protect our vulnerable populations. Even if states press ahead with reopening the economy, we must remain vigilant regarding the health of our older citizens and those with other medical problems. They bear the brunt of illness, hospitalizations, and death in this disease. I do think policies and innovations to help this population makes a difference (like senior shopping hour). I also think we have to watch for outbreaks as we relax visitor restrictions at nursing homes and hospitals.
Since I am science and numbers oriented, I think we should have in place thresholds or triggers that determine our public health actions. For example, if available hospital or ICU beds drop below a predefined threshold, we should reenact more sheltering-type restrictions. Defining these numbers removes that decision-making from politics or external influences. For the most part, California has defined metrics for counties to meet to progress through stages of opening, and I think this is a logical and reasonable way to do it.
We must also continue to gather data. Where are outbreaks happening and why are they occurring? What are the trends for infections, hospitalizations, and deaths? What socioeconomic, racial, educational, or other societal disparities exist? Are citizens and communities adherent to social distancing or mask requirements? In any scientific enterprise, we have to gather data before we can determine what difference our interventions make.
At the beginning of the pandemic, it was more stressful than it is now. I think the most important thing is to intubate under controlled conditions. I've intubated a suspected COVID patient (who thankfully ended up testing negative) who had cardiac arrest and ongoing chest compressions, and that's a disaster situation we absolutely must avoid. The risk of contamination if a patient actually has coronavirus is astronomical with CPR, many providers in the room, and possibly inadequate personal protective equipment.
I believe that even when a situation is dire, a controlled intubation is possible. A young otherwise healthy man with COVID presents with a week of fever and several days of dry cough, shortness of breath, and malaise. In the emergency department, his oxygen saturation is 75% on room air and 90% with oxygen by face mask. Unfortunately, over the ensuing several hours, his oxygen levels continue to drop; he is transitioned to high flow nasal cannula and then to BIPAP. Even with optimal delivery of oxygen, we cannot get his oxygen saturation over 85%.
Intubating a patient with such little oxygen reserve is a stressful situation; in the process, oxygen levels will drop until the breathing tube is placed, and starting at that level means there's a real risk of cardiac arrest. There's been a lot of discussion in critical care circles of when to intubate patients because waiting this long carries substantial risk. On the other hand, intubating too early might mean unnecessary intubations and a shortage of ventilators, drugs, and equipment. In this case, the patient simply deteriorated so incredibly rapidly. It was one of the most severe cases of COVID I've seen so far.
But when I can, I insist on a controlled intubation. I limit the number of personnel in the room and I try not to take any unnecessary equipment in to avoid contamination. But I also detail backup plans if I cannot intubate the patient or if he has a cardiac arrest. Nurses are suited up outside the room who can come in to assist without delay, and emergency equipment is ready to go if needed. Intubating in all the protective gear isn't really that cumbersome, though it does get quite hot even using a purified air powered respiratory that has a fan. I try not to deviate much from my usual process during the actual intubation. Even in stressful situations, and perhaps especially in such situations, keeping to a routine minimizes mistakes. So far, I am grateful that my intubations have gone well without complications, and no providers have gotten ill. I hope to keep it that way.
I support those advocating for social justice at peaceful protests, but I also acknowledge the other public health crisis going on today. I do worry about the spread of coronavirus. Like all decisions in life and medicine, there are risks and benefits to what we do. Activism, protesting, and speaking up are important. We will brace ourselves for another spike in cases, if that comes. We acknowledge that sheltering in place can build tension and bottle up emotion, and we try not to let conflict escalate. We also search for other venues, conversations, and dialogues that can help our communities and nation come together peacefully. We go out and vote, to bring the change we want to see.
I have a million questions, and I'm not sure I like the answers. Coronavirus probably affects every single aspect of our lives. And it seems in most settings, it separates us. Social distancing may be manageable for several weeks, but now a couple months in, it's really trying. I sincerely hope it does not become the new norm. We are social creatures, and even among introverts like me, we draw some amount of energy, creativity, motivation, and desire from others. I'd as soon drop handshakes, but I do think the occasional pat on the back or hug makes a material difference. Masks protect us and those around us, but we draw so many social cues from facial expressions. How much our society has changed. As we adjust to working from home, videoconference fatigue settles in. How focused can we be in a home office? Can we achieve the same amount of collaboration and innovation outside a shared space?
I believe some things will improve as a result of this pandemic. We will fortify supply lines to avoid the global disruption we saw here. We will realize that we can indeed lower carbon emissions and see tangible results within weeks. We will prepare and stockpile better for disasters. We will use technology in new and effective ways.
But how long will it be before we go to a museum, an aquarium, an amusement park? When will we next attend a play, a musical, a concert, a sports game? What will restaurants look like? How will getting a haircut or a massage change? There's no doubt that every industry, field, and facet of life must adapt to a new world. I hope it's a world where we can connect, build, and thrive.
It's an interesting idea, but I don't think it has worked. We don't know how much immunity the body develops after exposure and how protective this immunity is. Unfortunately, there are concerns that reinfection can occur even if someone's immune system is sensitized to the virus. We believe herd immunity will kick in, but we don't know for certain. It's hard to decide on a strategy of exposure when we know the risks but it's unclear what the health benefits will be.
Of course, as we relax sheltering restrictions in different states, we are, in essence, allowing further exposures. I think especially for those of us in higher-risk situations - health care, nursing homes, extended families, essential businesses - we must accept that though we can mitigate the risks, we are likely to be exposed. Still, I believe the longer we can avoid the disease, the better. Even if we will eventually get it, more time gives scientists and physicians a greater chance at understanding the disease, anticipating its complications, and possibly developing a therapy. I have a lot more experience with COVID now than I did a month ago. And we hope eventually, a vaccine may be developed. The more we can flatten the curve of infections and draw it out, the greater the likelihood that when people get it, we'll be better equipped.
Who makes that call? Ideally, it is something we agree on together, as a society. We accept the risks to ourselves and our health to regain some ground in preserving our businesses and livelihoods. But how do we do this in practice? We must have elected officials who listen to their constituents, weigh the testimony of medical and economic experts, and stay accountable for the decisions they make. We need a society that is flexible enough to shut things down again if the public health consequences look too dire. We need these decisions to be clear, transparent, rational, and based on data, free from partisan influence. I guess we'll find out soon how well we do.
I write this post on call in the ICU because a local company donated a bunch of healthy meals through a local deli. Each of the meals had a little post-it note with words of appreciation, encouragement, motivation, and gratitude. While completely unnecessary, this small act of kindness (among many we have seen in the last few weeks) is also completely appreciated. I know many individuals and companies have gone out of their way to thank health care workers, first responders, and the "front-line." It helps. Morale is a funny thing. External affirmation of our work builds it disproportionately. In this marathon of a crisis, maintaining our good spirits is necessary to supporting our work force.
Certainly, the use of war diction in public health is not new. We've had a "war on cancer" and "war on drugs." What does it mean to use that language in public health? It certainly makes me uneasy. It's almost like a mixed metaphor, trying to mesh figuration of violence with healing. It's one reason I've avoided using the phrase "front-line" in this blog. But I think the effect does achieve the intended result, drawing our attention to the unseemliness of the current event, how out of place it feels. Instead of doctors and nurses caring for patients and healing them, we hear stories of how they are fighting this killer. The story is no longer just about narrative; now it has drama.
War imagery also shifts our lens on this pandemic. It makes us feel less uneasy with authoritarianism, with spending, with Machiavellian ethics. Wars give the president special authority; they ask society of certain sacrifices; they help achieve an agenda. The war rhetoric paints the world in more of a black and white. It heightens senses of paranoia, hysteria, and fear. Could war-time language exacerbate racial discrimination in this pandemic? Could they be worsening intolerance?
Rhetoric, figuration, language, and imagery are powerful, pervasive influences ("weapons") on the subconscious. We learn about them in high school English, but unless we spend our time writing or marketing or in public relations, we stop thinking about them. This pandemic is a serious public health and socioeconomic crisis. Millions are infected and probably hundreds of thousands will die. Our resources are strained, industries have shut down, and the government has pumped trillions of dollars into the economy. But to me, the narrative is still one of seeing patients and caring for them. Although occasionally, I picture myself gearing up for battle, most days, I go to work with hope, optimism, empathy, and compassion. I don't feel like a soldier, and I don't want to be one. I shy away from war-time language because it doesn't capture what I do and how I feel about the current pandemic.
I do believe this is a brand new disease. While initially, we tried to categorize it as a pneumonia progressing to acute respiratory distress syndrome, it doesn't quite behave in the same way. COVID doesn't fit nicely into any kind of box. The body of knowledge is building rapidly; we know far more now than we did two weeks ago, but we still have many more questions than we have answers. I blogged about this before, but I am constantly reminded that there are no experts in this disease. There are opinions I trust, but there aren't data specific to the management of COVID. We start with first principles, physiologic data, and the goal to do no harm.
The majority of my blogs aren't focused on the medical aspect of this disease, but I thought here I'd mention a few baffling observations. I see mostly COVID that is severe enough to warrant intensive care unit admission. Compared to other infections that cause respiratory failure, it seems that COVID doesn't make the lungs stiff. Usually, after I place someone on a mechanical ventilator, I have to use high driving pressures to inflate the lungs (imagine a stiff balloon), but some coronavirus patients have very elastic lungs. Why is that? (Others have the expected stiff lungs - how do I account for the difference?). In addition, coronavirus patients are prone to forming clots. We have an unusual number of patients with clots in the vessels of their lungs (pulmonary embolism), a life-threatening condition, even if they were on prophylactic doses of anticoagulant. Why is this the case, how do we risk-stratify, and how do we treat? Lastly, patients with coronavirus seem to die, not from respiratory insufficiency, but from multiorgan system failure. We don't usually see acute heart failure from a pneumonia, but here, many patients seem to die from cardiac complications. We've also seen kidney failure and liver injury concurrently with COVID infections. How does coronavirus do this? How does this change our approach to management and treatment?
These uncertainties about the medicine regarding coronavirus compounds the challenges we face day to day dealing with the disease. It is hard to manage resources, discuss prognosis with family, and weigh risks and benefits of interventions when we are still scratching our heads on what the illness entails. But I am hopeful that we are pouring our resources and smartest minds to tackling this disease. Part of controlling this pandemic is caring for patients one at a time.
A patient perforates a body cavity by accident and requires emergency surgery. When asked what happened, he genially says, "I was bored." There has been an uptick in requests for benzodiazepines because the daily news has exacerbated patients' anxieties. A surge in overdoses may represent correlation rather than causation, but it is certainly suspicious.
Since the beginning of sheltering, we have severely restricted visitors in the hospital, a necessary but difficult decision. This especially impacts our patients with dementia, delirium, or limited English language ability. Our patients with COVID face even more stringent isolation. Even as they grapple with having a novel, frightening, and life-threatening disease, they cannot lean on their usual avenues of social support. No visitors are allowed. The nurses and doctors who enter are dressed in spacesuits (we currently use powered air-purifying respirators). We avoid unnecessary contact. We don't linger in the room. What a real and devastating impression this must have. We try to ameliorate it by using video conferencing technologies to help patients visit with their loved ones remotely. We do our best to maintain a human connection. But we cannot fully mitigate the psychological consequences of being hospitalized or having this disease.
We should not discount the physical and psychological strain on our health care providers as well. It is no small thing to go into work knowing that there is a risk we could contract this life-threatening illness. No small thing to hear of other health care providers getting sick, testing positive, being admitted to the hospital. No small thing to be unsure whether there is virus on doorknobs, keyboards, infusion pumps, or even our badges, phones, and shoes. Most of us have developed a complex decontamination routine when we get home from work so as not to infect our family or bring the virus into our homes. We have trouble sleeping. We are worn down by stress. We feel an obligation without an end in sight.
COVID would be a frightening disease even without the baggage it carries as a pandemic. Now that we're nearing a month of sheltering, I remind myself that we must be kind to each other. We support each other. We are on the lookout for the physical and psychological illnesses, injuries, and stresses that come with isolation, with illness, and with trying to treat this disease.
I have no doubt that this is the right public health decision and that social distancing is making a difference in the course of the pandemic. In the Bay Area where we instituted early social distancing and work-from-home measures for many tech companies, we are hopefully avoiding the steep surge of cases that have overwhelmed hospitals in other places. It's too early to say if the curve is flattening, but I think there's enough data to say it's helping. I am hopeful that these extreme public health measures will save a significant number of lives.
But what's the cost? As in medicine, necessary interventions are often accompanied by unavoidable side effects, risks, and harms. The most obvious, apparent, and devastating complication is the economy, which is far from my area of expertise. In writing this blog, I wanted to set aside the big-picture financial impact of the pandemic, leaving that to those who know more than I do. But there are small, tangible ways that this has entered my life, and I wanted to focus on my personal experience. After sensing the sincere gratitude of local restaurants when I get take-out, I've really tried to step-up my support for those small businesses struggling to keep afloat. All parts of this community are interlinked and the more we are able to help each other, the more resilience we have as a whole.
The other strange economical consequence of this pandemic is that although health care is in high demand, health care organizations are struggling financially. By and large, hospitals make money off procedural departments like surgery, interventional radiology, and cardiology. Although there are definitely exceptions, in general, emergency departments and inpatient medicine tend not to generate much income. I'm not going to tackle the controversies of these skewed incentives, but their implication in a pandemic is clear. As we postpone and cancel elective procedures, physician groups and hospitals lose their main stream of revenue. At the same time, hospitals are spending money to purchase more protective equipment, expand clinical capacity, and pay staff overtime. The severity of this imbalance between costs and revenue are recognized in the bills passed by Congress which set aside money for health care organizations. But it's frightening that in the midst of crisis, hospitals don't know if they will stay solvent or need to shut down once the dust clears. Doctors and nurses put themselves at greater risk for less pay. I am glad to have a job and to take care of patients, and I don't want to make this seem like a tragedy when other sectors face financial ruin and soaring unemployment. But as I write about my personal experience, I think we face the reality that first-line responders to this pandemic feel tangible financial uncertainty.
This is an unacceptable problem, and yet a reality we face. We are unprepared for a pandemic of this magnitude. As a consequence, patients are dying and will continue to die as a result of inability to deliver best care. Fortunately, where I am in the Bay Area, the situation is so far still manageable. Yet I worry every day that we will have a shortage of personal protective equipment, beds, ventilators, physicians, nurses, or respiratory therapists. In critical care, we often hit the boundaries of what we can do for a patient because of limitations in medical knowledge or therapeutics, but rarely because of limitations in resources. How do we wrestle with those ethics, to be in a situation where we would offer something in normal circumstances but cannot in these exigencies?
One particular concern is personal protective equipment. This has obviously flooded the news lately, but I think it worth exploring. The majority of us who enter this field - my classmates in medical school, my coresidents and cofellows, my colleagues today - do so to serve others, often at our own expense. Some things are expected of us; we sacrifice our sleep, skip meals, even suffer overdistended bladders on a regular basis. For ten months of intern year, I worked thirty hour shifts every four days through weekends and holidays. Spending seventy to eighty hours a week in the hospital, seldom encountering sunlight, facing emotional strain and psychological burnout, we suffered real and undeniable health and mental consequences.
These other sacrifices make it easy for us to tolerate suboptimal personal protective equipment, but this shouldn't be the case. The stories of mask shortages and N95 rationing at overwhelmed hospitals are unimaginable. We must protect our providers. This responsibility, I believe, falls not only on the hospital, health care system, and government, but also onto the general public. There is a sense of dismay and anger when I hear about non health care workers buying up all the masks on the market, and then sometimes selling them at a premium. Universal masking is a separate issue, but certainly does not require N95 respirators that should go to our doctors and nurses who put themselves in exquisite risk. If we do not protect them, there will be no one to take care of the rest of us when we get ill.
There is also no end in sight to this pandemic. We are in for the long haul. And though ventilators don't need to sleep, our workforce does. We will get tired, sick, burned out. We will need a day off, a shoulder to cry on, a friend to confide in. We still have to negotiate the crowds at Costco or find an Instacart slot. We still need to arrange for childcare. To this end, I think our health care workers are eventually going to be the bottleneck to managing this pandemic. With time, we will make beds and source equipment. It may take a company months to start churning out ventilators, but it took five years after medical school for me to become a board certified intensive care physician. If we run out of doctors, filling the personnel gap will not be simple. This is why it is incumbent on the system to protect and support us.
March 30th was chosen for National Doctors' Day because it is the anniversary of the first use of general anesthesia (ether) for a surgical operation (tumor excision from the neck), performed in 1842. Normally these days come and go without much fanfare, but with all that is happening in the world, I do appreciate the recognition. Although I haven't personally taken advantage of it, I have heard of many businesses doing what they can to help health care workers and emergency responders, and I find that so admirable, especially in light of the economic downturn. We are a community. We see and support each other. My friends, also, have been amazing in reaching out, setting up video chats, and offering to help, and that too, makes a difference.
Speaking of anniversaries, it's not quite a full century, but can you believe Alexander Fleming postulated the existence of penicillin only in 1928? It's been less than a century that we've known about antibiotics, and we didn't even have a therapeutic medication until 1942 (penicillin G). But in those intervening 80 years or so, antibiotic resistance and pandemics like COVID have changed the landscape of medicine. We may have new tools, but we face new challenges.
In an Atlantic article, emergency physician Thomas Kirsch says, "I've been to disasters all over the world, and I have always seen health-care providers pour in to help...No one has to ask; they just show up...But that sort of bravery, that work ethic, is not boundless. No one is so fearless or stupid as to discount all risks."
Even beyond fearing for our health and our lives, we worry about bringing infection home to our families. Some providers live in a hotel room to protect their spouse and kids. We forego meals, we work through the night, we suffer emotional strain. We don't complain when we work seventy, eighty, ninety hours. We aren't thanked, either.
Today, we show up to work. We wear a mask that we're reusing even though we shouldn't. We walk into a room with an invisible life-threatening pathogen which may be hovering in the air and clinging to each surface. We turn our attention away from our own deep-set anxieties and towards the person across from us asking for help.
You know, I enjoy Charles Dickens far more now than I did in high school. Another two stories for comparison - just stories, not meant for scientific conclusions. Early in the U.S. course of infection, we applied for "compassionate use" of remdesivir, an antiviral, for two of our severely infected patients. (Since then, due to overwhelming demand, the drug is no longer available for "compassionate use," though there are now clinical trials open to enrollment.) We do not know whether remdesivir is helpful in coronavirus, but now that there are trials, we wait to see whether, how, and when it should be given.
The first patient had been struggling with COVID for a week when his profound oxygen failure required him to be put on a ventilator. At the time, China had just started a clinical trial for remdesivir, and a patient in Washington State had just received it. With great hope, we gave him the drug, but unfortunately, it made no difference. He continued to require escalating amounts of life support. As an intensive care physician, I often experience this feeling, hovering at the limits of medicine, offering a final potential therapy, and finding it wanting. It's a hard conversation to have with family; bringing up a last-ditch effort offers hope, though we really don't know what will happen. We temper our expectations, but still, we are almost always let down.
The second patient, also severely ill with COVID, flirted each day with the need to be intubated and put on a mechanical ventilator. He was younger, and around this time, we began hearing scattered reports of life-threatening organ failure in young patients. Although we know age correlates strongly with mortality, there are still patients in their twenties and thirties dying from this disease. We applied for and gave him the remdesivir. Within twelve hours, he had a dramatic improvement. He went from bedbound and continuously short of breath to sitting in a chair, texting on his cell phone. We were shocked. I can't think of many other situations that turn around so fast.
Remember Milo from Norton Juster's The Phantom Tollbooth whose assumptions carry him, the Humbug, and Tock to the Island of Conclusions? How easy it is to hear these two stories, or to see these two patients, and to desire so blazingly for this drug to work. Or to feel that we have crossed some threshold with this disease so rapid and terrifying that we can justify unproven last resorts. After all, if someone is that ill, what harm can come of just trying something - in case it works?
Though I understand that feeling, I don't think it is a rational or appropriate way to practice medicine. We have a history riddled with examples of interventions that seemed sound and had anecdotal benefit that later proved to be nonbeneficial after controlled clinical trials (hormone replacement therapy comes to mind). Individual case reports are too subject to irrational conclusions. As a recent JAMA viewpoint states, "a common interpretation...is that if the patient died, they died from the disease, but if the patient survived, they survived because of the given drug. This is not true" (Kalil, 2020).
Furthermore, in a disease that threatens to overwhelm our health care system and its resources, we need to focus on those things that we know will save someone's life without being distracted or bogged down by things that might or might not. It's easy to ascribe medications miracle properties, but without controlled trials, we don't know why one patient improves and another does not. There's a lot out there, especially on social media, on hydroxychloroquine, antivirals, interferon, and other possible therapies. All of these medications have side effects, and many of these side effects are life threatening, especially for the critically ill patient. COVID-19 can cause cardiac failure, liver injury, and bone marrow suppression, and many of these drugs can worsen those effects. Are we helping or are we causing harm?
Clinical trials, despite being cumbersome, time-consuming, and laden with disclaimers, do offer us a measure of hope. Without them, we cannot know who benefits and who is harmed, or even what those benefits or harms may be. In a pandemic like this, anxiety and urgency may send us flying to the Island of Conclusions, and I am grateful for those scientists and researchers who ground us, reminding me that there is an established method for us explorers forging past the boundaries of the known as we tackle a novel and scary disease.
A couple stories of what COVID-19 coronavirus has looked like for me (with clinical details changed). I saw two separate patients who were both "COVID rule-outs." Our tests have been taking a while to come back (another topic of great angst), so we have many patients who are in isolation, awaiting the results of their test.
The first, an elderly gentleman with a longstanding cardiac history, is sent by his primary care physician with low-grade fever and shortness of breath. In the emergency department, his oxygen levels are low, and I am called in consultation. When I looked at his clinical picture, my first gestalt is that he does not have coronavirus - he has two separate processes, a urinary tract infection and congestive heart failure. The coronavirus testing - while necessary given the degree of community prevalence - created a lot of angst for the patient, his family, and our staff. Even transporting him from the emergency department to the intensive care unit required a parade lead by security who cleared the path, followed by a fully attired (bunny suit) nurse, respiratory therapist, and transporter, caboosed by our environmental services staff to clean the route. But when I told him I thought coronavirus was unlikely, the tension in his face melted. Fortunately, my clinical gestalt was correct, his test came back negative, he improved with antibiotics and diuretics, and he left intensive care two days later.
The second, a young gentleman, immunocompromised from melanoma treatment, had traveled three weeks earlier. Since then, he has been fighting malaise, fever, chills, and a persistent dry cough. His chest X-ray suggested the "ground-glass" worrisome for coronavirus. (Radiologists love similes with unfamiliar objects. What's ground-glass? What's crazy-paving? What's a snowstorm? How being Californian has sheltered me). Even before we learned the results of his test, his lungs were failing. Because our suspicion was so high, we were prepared when he began to decompensate.
What do these stories suggest to me? Despite our inability to test widely and the delays in receiving results of the tests, clinical judgment still has a role. In pediatrics, we learn the mantra "not all wheezing is asthma," and here, not all fever and shortness of breath is coronavirus. Although we treat all our rule-outs with caution, isolation, and personal protection, their probabilities can differ widely, and we have to remain vigilant for other processes that we may overlook in our anxiety about COVID. On the other hand, some presentations are so concerning for coronavirus that the test is only confirmation. In these situations, what can we do but face this disease head-on, with courage and resolve.
I was one of the first residents to get to the operating room. We were getting information in bits and pieces, from lots of sources. Twitter told us more than official channels. A Youtube video showed the tail of the plane being ripped off, smoke billowing. I was assigned to the first patient from that airplane crash who needed emergency surgery. I remember feeling what I am feeling now - anticipation and anxiety in this calm before the storm. But when that patient arrived, a peculiar and keen focus set in, similar to what athletes (or surgeons) describe. The rest of the world receded, and for the next several hours, I was utterly engrossed in providing anesthesia in this emergency. Only after we finished did the world catch up to me. I expect that's what these next few weeks might feel like.
And yet, for those two weeks, we didn't see any dramatic nationwide movement to prepare for this disease. It was already on U.S. soil, already putting patients in the intensive care unit and health care workers in quarantine, and most places were still doing business as usual. Hindsight is 20/20, and it's always easy to say we could have done more earlier, but I still stand by that sentiment.
By the end of my quarantine period, we were starting to see some mobilization, but the United States, and in particular, health care in this country, is a lumbering inertial beast. I spoke at a company-wide call with thousands of listeners about my experience with COVID and quarantine. Looking back on that just several weeks later, I wonder if I would have said something different knowing where we are now.