I feel like I owe it to the people who worked on the wards and those who died to watch it even though I dont want to.
I had a partially very different (to me) experience of later parts of the pandemic from another angle of healthcare that felt like hope in some ways in the darkness? I was directly involved with the very first wave of vaccinations and I will never forget it. Seeing hundreds/thousands of very elderly people shuffling afraid and silently in lines who hadn’t left their homes in months or seen any one used to make me cry. They were so afraid. But I also remember being so angry, all my colleagues were angry too.
We made sure we brought in every single public facing worker (police, bus, pharmacy, care home, HCP, ANYONE at risk) we could find - even though it was against fucking ‘guidelines’ for eligibility half the time we didn’t care, we were just calling up random people for hours on end, running out down streets into pharmacies, calling up police and fire Sargents telling them to get their staff down to us, friends of friends - anyone. Just to try to do SOMETHING to help.
We did break some of the stupid rules 🤭 (safely I will add) which I won’t go into any details but we pushed and pushed on higher ups for more vaccines and more support and just had to believe it would help in some way.
We got out PPE to wherever we were able to - they (central NHS) were giving us more than you can ever imagine, rooms full to the ceiling of the stuff, more than we could ever use so we would give it away to care homes, anyone who needed it.