@Totallydefeated thank you.
I think, in addition to anger (and that's not all the time- most of the time it's just numb acceptance), I've always felt slightly astonished that some people seem to be behaving like getting ill and dying is a new thing.
Do those people feel the same fear of other kinds of deaths, I wonder? Do they feel equally worried about, say, a heart attack, or flu, or road accidents?
We, as a society, have become used to the idea that when we get sick, we pop to the doctor's for a prescription of antibiotics, and hey presto a few days later, or at most a week or two, we're all better. If that doesn't work, there are further steps that can be taken.
Modern medicine is a wonderful thing. It has enabled us to preserve life, continue life, long after the natural way might have ended it. But it has also instilled a slight sense of infallibility- that no matter what illnesses might come our way, that we can still defeat death. My mother was actually a splendid example of this- quadruple heart bypass, kidney removal, various joints replaced: even the stroke, which would probably have killed her outright had she not already been in hospital.
Pandemics are part of our life cycle. They always have been, and they always will be.