FROM THE FRONTLINE
I’m wide awake at 2am. My throat feels like someone is choking me. My heart is beating loud and fast… I feel a kick in my stomach, a knot in my gut. Tears roll down my cheeks, because I know I don’t have a lot of time left, and I need all my strength.
But the horror, the unknown that 7am brings is haunting me. When I close my eyes, I see people dying, fighting, hurting, sick. I see alarms screaming at me as I try to do five things at once: not because I want to, but because I need to.
I see my colleagues running around, exhausted, hungry, stressed from trying to cope with the incredible load on them: the expectations, the orders, the needs,…