lie in accident
and emergency for hours
sand runs through fingers
lie in accident
and emergency for hours
sand runs through fingers
Appointments for Covid vaccinations confirmed at the local centre approximately 500 metres away.
My mood lightens.
Thank you NHS and all who sail in her.
I receive an invitation to attend a Covid Vaccination Centre within the next week or so. The nearest centre offered by the NHS website I am directed to is 36.7 miles away. Meanwhile, 500 metres up the hill here is a Covid Vaccination Centre.
It was brassic today, the weekend was clearly a Fools’ Spring. We bathe in cold light caressed by winter’s freezing fingers.
Another day of tears. A venerated old man died along with one thousand, four hundred and forty-eight other UK victims of the pandemic. Tomorrow Will Be Good Day is the title of his book.
With that hope in my heart I withdraw from this one.
I received a phishing scam email purportedly from the NHS about a vaccination.
Given my age this was a nice surprise. I am not on the priority list, but who am I to question an email from the National Health Service? No one knows quite what is going on, so I was quietly pleased about this.
Did I want to accept the invitation for a vaccination, or reject the offer? Why would I want to reject an invitation for a vaccination?
All the type faces / fonts and logos were good copies of the NHS official documentation. I was directed to enter all sorts of information:
MOTHER’S MAIDEN NAME?
This is not an NHS data requirement.
I checked who the sender was. Right click the mouse on the sender’s name and the actual address is revealed. It showed a private hotmail.co.uk address. The NHS does not distribute such information from a UK Hotmail address.
I called by my brother-in-law’s flat at his invitation. We haven’t seen each other for a while. We are each other’s half of a support bubble. We talked about end of life care. This was an important discussion to us for a number of reasons.
After we moved onto talking about football and cricket it was time to head for home. The rear tyre of my bicycle had suddenly blown while he was on the phone to one of his daughters. The pop came as surprise to him and disappointment to me.
It was close to midnight. There was just one other pedestrian on the street. No traffic. Light rain was falling. The rain was soft and cool. It felt like springtime.
A few blackbirds were issuing alarm calls from the wooded escarpment to my right.
I enjoyed the walk. There is a full moon somewhere behind the cloud cover.
I went out to deliver a loaf of bread and spent time talking with my friend who was taking a few moments outside her front door taking in the bizarre combination of fresh air and tobacco smoke. She smokes quite theatrically, turning her head to the side when exhaling the toxic gases she has moments before inhaled quite deeply. I haven’t spoken to a smoker for many months and it was a novelty to observe her process.
A recent study from Kings College London showed how vulnerable smokers are to covid-19. As I may have mentioned before, I think that banning tobacco sales would have been a good move when the pandemic measures were implemented. If saving the NHS was such a big deal, why not remove one of the main sources of ill-health in the country (in the world!) from the market?
“It is my only pleasure” you might hear a nicotine addict say. Will they say that again when dying of pneumonia after having a lung removed and their loved ones witnessing their ghastly and untimely demise?
Rain started to fall as we stood about four metres apart. Here and there tiny white balls of ice fell that appeared too white and too light to be hailstones. They melted on touching the ground. Snow balls? The Inuit have a word for this form of precipitation I suspect.
As I cycled back home through Chapelfield Gardens two police officers were talking to a homeless man. One was writing into her notebook. The man’s worldly possessions, including a sleeping bag rolled up and tied with string, were lying under a bush. I hope the officers were able to direct him toward some support. They will have plenty of information to tap into. The question will be whether he wants any help they can offer.
The first lockdown illuminated the size of the street homeless population. It is a growing problem as jobs are cut and incomes fall due to the economic impacts of the pandemic and Brexit.
Goldfinches litter the air with their excited song. The days are a little lighter, despite the cloud cover.
Oh My! This is bad
Each one a human being
May they rest in peace
n.b. Dark days indeed. Read this article published online by The Guardian today to try and get a grip on what the hospital teams have to deal with…clapping for them is an irrelevance. This is a disaster.
30th December, 2020. I wake up to the news that a stable, easy to administer vaccination has been approved for public use.
GPs will be delivering the mass vaccination programme as soon as possible. A GP on the morning news programme estimates that he could issue up to 500 jabs per day if supplies from the manufacturer are available.
Those who argue against mass vaccination have undoubtedly been infected by fears of their own and a need to feel as if they are “independent” or “free thinkers”, when in fact they are out of touch with humanity and a danger to public health. I suspect most, if not all if them, were vaccinated as children against polio, as a minimum and probably tetanus at some time, so they have had the privilege of health protection from the start of life.
Anti-vaxxers will continue to rely on the humanity of others being vaccinated to allow themselves to continue to enjoy the privilege of pontificating to others about their “free will” and crazed conspiracies.
We need everyone’s engagement in this public health programme from the off to get up to full hugging speed.
This BBC programme will tell you more about how the vaccine has been developed…although it may not be available everywhere worldwide.
In the meantime, my thoughts today are with those currently fighting infection, treating infection, or mourning losses from Covid-19.
I feel particularly humbled by the sacrifice made by those volunteers who were in the vaccine control group that did not receive the test vaccine who became infected and those who subsequently died from Covid-19. Science is not magic.
Too many to cope
NHS intensive care
Two ill for each nurse
n.b. The surge in Covid-19 hospital cases has led to the nursing staff guidelines for patients in Intensive Care Units to be changed this past weekend, so that each nurse may have two critically ill patients to attend to throughout a duty.
During the initial wave of Covid-19 hospitalisations the ratio of patients to each specialist nurse was allowed to be up to 1:6.
More information about the situation can be found in this article: https://www.theguardian.com/world/2020/nov/08/nhs-england-suspends-one-to-one-nursing-for-critically-ill-covid-patients.
While we slide to sleep
Others haunted by nightmares
Work on regardless
n.b. For my son, my brother, my niece and all the others working NHS night shifts, tonight and every night.
CLP 2nd May 2020