If this is the new normal, I don;t like it.
Our pharmacy no longer delivers, because they say it is too dangerous. They won't let anyone in the shop, so we have to queue up outside and answer personal questions in front of the rest of the queue and passers by.
In our city of 350,000 people, there is now no A&E for anything other than COVID or major trauma, so for broken bones etc, it's a thirty mile round trip not doable by train or bus.
We cannot get in the GP surgery at all. All conversation with the reception staff is via their shiny new intercom. The blood test form I collected this morning was pushed through a crack in the door. All appointments are by telephone. Doctors have their phones on speaker, so that they can type at the same time, which means I find them difficult to hear, but although I have two serious physical conditions and rapidly declining mental health, they will not see me, which again contributes significantly to the decline in my mental health.
Consultant appointments are also by telephone, but they send letters out for face to face appointments and only change them the week before, and yet they were happy for me to actually go to the hospital for investigation even when I was supposed to be shielding.
I need to be examined, but have not seen anyone face to face since 12 March and have not been examined since 8 February. The stress engendered by all this is incalculable.