🧵For months, healthcare professionals have been hanging on to the guardrails of the top deck of the Titanic.

We have been screaming at the top of our lungs that there is an iceberg dead ahead and begging the captain to turn the wheel.

We have had other passengers who are

in the food hall and can’t see the iceberg from where they are standing mocking us accusing us of lying about the iceberg.

“There is no iceberg. You’re seeing things”

“Even if there is an iceberg it is smaller than predicted based on available models”

“You’re getting paid

to claim there is an iceberg.”

We are on the ship too. So we are watching the ship approach an iceberg knowing full well that we are going down with the ship.

Do we keep screaming? Even though nobody is listening? Do we jump ship and save ourselves? The water is freezing

and we don’t want to desert our fellow passengers.

Do we gather up the other passengers who can see the iceberg and form a human shield to take the impact on ourselves? Do we bum rush the captain and demand he turn?

Or do we stand still, silent, frozen in a state of fight or

flight? Paralyzed with sheer terror.

Never in a 14 year career would I have imagined I would see this day.

How are we supposed to feel when a critically ill patient has survived cardiac arrest