I’ve just watched a report on Sky about the current PPE scandal. I watched doctors and nurses cutting up binbags and other assorted crap to fashion their own.
I cannot even imagine the sheer guts, the humanity, the selflessness of these people.
Imagine going to work, exposed, unprotected and risking your life to save many of those responsible for voting you into this horrowshow in the first place.
Watching patients die, watching your colleagues die, clocking off spent and shattered, wondering if you now have a Corona time-bomb ticking away inside you.
And then being told the time to discuss a wage you can actually live on is not now; being patronised on the correct use of the PPE you don’t have by a Tory Health Secretary even worse than Jeremy Hunt; watching the media fawn over a Prime Minister whose staggering hubris and incompetence led to his own infection after he and his mates cheered when they blocked your payrise.
Watching your foreign-born colleagues hounded and bullied from the country they thought was home by empathy-free racists masquerading as a government.
And still you turn up to work. Still you do your duty. Day after day, shift after shift.
I don’t know how you do it. I really don’t. I only know that this nasty little rock doesn’t deserve you.