Editor, The Cheshire Herald:
Every day I go to work I feel like I am going to war, marching towards the eye of a perfect storm of microbial madness.
Where at the epicenter stands the dragon that myself and my coworkers are trying so desperately to slay. A vicious, lung eating monster who are invisible to the naked eye and has currently infected more than half a million people in only three months. The reality is the battle really has only just begun.
The smallest of things on the face of the Earth has wreaked havoc on our lives I think. As I gown up in layers of precious and highly sought after PPE, and walk into the negative pressure room that is my patient’s sanctuary. I forget my own troubles of the day as I approach the poor soul laying there alone and afraid.
I extend my gloved hand and touch his forehead which is covered in a sheen of feverish sweat, as he asks me to call his wife and asks about his daughter, each painful rapid and shallow breath more difficult for him to take. I say his wife says she loves you and his daughters are with his wife. He thanks me and closes his eyes and grabs my hand. “Thank you” he says. And that is why we—all of us healthcare workers—do what we do.
And will continue to do. Until this dragon is defeated.