As I write, 2020 is drawing to a close, and "good riddance", I say. What a ghastly year this has been for the world. Little did we know 365 days ago what was in store for us. I think, had we known, we would have stayed in bed until it was all over. As it was we stumbled along, trying to make sense of what was happening and to continue our daily routines as best we could, which was often not at all.
My poor daughter, a doctor in an Intensive Care Unit of a large hospital, has faced Covid down the barrel on a minute-by-minute basis, watching helplessly as patients fought this awful disease and giving bad news to relatives, when all else failed. She is exhausted, having taken only one week's leave all year, way back in August, as staff shortages (staff on self-isolation) meant all hands to the pump. As I would have been on my own for Christmas, she took another week's much-needed leave to spend Christmas with me, as I am part of her support bubble. It was wonderful for both of us. I was able to have some company for the first time in months and have someone to fuss over. She was able to empty out and relax. We ate lots, drank lots, chatted lots, walked in local parks and watched lots of TV. She was just emptying out completely when she got a text from her bosses to say they were deluged with Covid cases and needed extra help. Her stress levels immediately went up several notches. She returned to work after Christmas and within days she is, as she puts it, drowning, as Covid case after case is brought into the hospital with not enough beds or doctors to cope with it. She has not even had the vaccine, much-promised for front-line staff. I am disgusted and worried in equal measure.
For the first time in ages, I shall be spending New Year's Eve alone. I shall stay up until midnight, not to see in the new year, but to make sure the old one goes. I hope the vaccines will play their part and make 2021 a better year. It surely can't get any worse, can it? Happy New Year!
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I didn’t even come close to making it but, I must say, good riddance to a miserable year. I’m hoping things get better soon but I think it might be a good long while.
On January 20th, we here in the states have another reason to celebrate and I just may pretend that is the New Year and celebrate appropriately.
Here’s looking to something better Addy.
Indeed, Linda, the 20th January will be cause for all parts of the world to celebrate. I hope it will be the salvation you need.
Oh it’s been awful, and my life has hardly been touched by it. I can’t tell you how grateful I am for your daughter’s hard work, just imagining her daily and nightly grind leaves me in awe and simultaneously angry with those that won’t follow guidelines and rules to help improve her work life and save lives.
I can’t bring myself to say (‘happy) new year. It is not going to get any better any time soon and the bumbling government aren’t helping. Most of those senior ministers shouldn’t have jobs in middle management in a bread factory let alone run a country.
I hope you continue to find a level of contentment, I hope your daughter finds the internal strength to continue to be our hero, and may the end of 2021 be better than the end of 2020.
KV x
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