I'm a physician living in Boston and was part of the first response team on Monday. There were limbs everywhere, we literally couldn't put in enough IV's and there was nothing put smoke and haze everywhere. It was twenty minutes but it seemed like two hours and when the police cleared us because another bomb was found, was the only time I could truly process. It was horrific. I haven't slept well the last few nights and frankly I'm not sure why something like this would even happen. I keep thinking of the eight year old boy who only wanted to be there for his dad as he crossed the finish line.
Today the hospital was on lockdown as gunshots were being fired outside, and helicopters were flying around. We could see them from the cafeteria while eating breakfast. A variety of my fellow attendings and a few residents decided just to stay at home rather than take the risk. This entire time has been surreal and I'm not sure when it's going to end.