I am more scared- have been all winter. Not just of the virus... for our collective mental health, for those in need of other life-saving and life-lengthening treatment (my brother is one of many), for our post Brexit/pandemically screwed economy which will not get a free pass, no matter how many musicals you sing along to.
My GP DH (you know, GP- doctor-?as in those people being complained about in those myriad of ‘WTF are GPs actually doing?’ threads? Ring any bells) is upstairs in our bedroom, moaning with a pain he’s never fought and powerless to the war raging inside of his body, fighting a virus it doesn’t recognise, Covid.
Meanwhile, I live with heart failure and manage it medically. We have 3 kids and the pets.
All of my middle class comfort won’t promise protection from the unknown. I am terrified- in a very measured way. I am quietly shitting myself.
This illness didn’t come into our home through school. It came in via DH’s practice where 5 staff members, and counting, are positive. These are the people meant to vaccinate us and they’re in bed, knocked for six (is an understatement) fighting Covid.
This is a terrible virus. Shit’s a little real. I cared about schools up until the 26th. Now, it’s the furthest thing from my mind.