Public health psychiatry – Page 9

It’s like watching something happen in slow motion, but there is somehow not enough time to stop what is happening.

I don’t know either emergency department medical director well, though we are friendly enough to send greetings a few times a year. We all already knew that hospitals across the state are over capacity. One wrote about the “brutal impacts” across the state due to the additional number of patients. And this precedes the anticipated “all time highs for Covid in about two weeks”. The other, more economical with his words, noted that his team is “maintaining”, but “that the recent surge is further stressing the teams”, adding to “moral injury”.

A friend who works for a third hospital system shared with me that an emergency department had to close down because there weren’t enough staff to operate the place. This emergency department is in a suburb, not a rural town.

It’s not just emergency departments. My colleagues in primary care are reporting that they have had more people under their care die in the past year. They’re not dying from Covid. They’re dying from chronic medical problems.

I myself have never had so many people under my care die in such a short amount of time. They, too, did not die from Covid. Instead, they died from suicide, overdoses, and chronic medical problems.

Like others, I’m watching the number of Covid cases soar. There was a time when daily deaths from Covid were only a few dozen. Now we’re somehow back in the hundreds.

During the late winter, when thousands of people were dying each day in the US from Covid, the grief would overcome me without warning. These days, I feel the mass of dread growing in my body. My chest caves in from the misshapen weight; my jaws are tight, as if they are holding back anguish that transcends words.

God help us all.

I haven’t posted much recently because I don’t want to be a bummer. There’s enough of that in the world right now: disasters on a global scale and quiet tragedies just down the block.

I worry about the health care workforce. While it is indeed a privilege to go to school to learn about illness and health and then apply those skills to people who somehow trust us, this pandemic has squeezed and stretched us in ways none of us could anticipate. Not only do we see people who get sick with Covid-19, but we also see all the people who get sick from everything else because of the system pressures and failures due to Covid-19.

I see the fatigue on my colleagues’ faces; I see their struggles in trying to provide the best care they can when they themselves are not thinking or feeling their best—now going on for over a year.

We all remain focused on the Covid pandemic, though the demoralization[1. “Demoralization is a feeling state of dejection, hopelessness, and a sense of personal “incompetence” that may be tied to a loss of or threat to one’s own goals or values.”] pandemic has already descended upon us. While the pandemic has fostered more conversations about mental distress and illness, no robust system has emerged to take care of those who take care of others.[2. It is not only health care workers who would benefit from care from people and systems.] (How could we expect a robust system to emerge when the system—if there was one—was fragile prior to this pandemic?) This distress manifests in dreams and dissociation, prickliness and physical pain, withdrawal and wretchedness.

I never formulated my specific work as “public health psychiatry”, though, in the months before the pandemic, this idea crystalized in my mind. Most of my career has focused on the “deep end” of the system: homelessness, crisis, jails, and poverty. While people can and do get better, the challenges are great when one is reacting to, rather than navigating through, these barriers and systems.

So much of what I do is tertiary prevention (“managing disease post diagnosis to slow or stop disease progression“). Fewer people would need “deep end” services if there were more agile and reliable primary and secondary prevention systems. How much healthier would people be if they were never sexually assaulted as children? if parents were able to feed themselves and their children with confidence? if everyone had a stable and safe place to live?

For our health care workforce now, it is too late to prevent demoralization and exhaustion. It seems that the best that we can do is prevent more harm from happening. Tertiary prevention is still prevention, though this is hard to reconcile with the realities of our daily work: Will tertiary prevention buoy us enough so that we can give good enough care to our patients?