the back wings
the back wings
A basic human right – the right to family life has been bolloxed.
If I was in my last hours of life and the tunnel and the bright light were there
I met an old man last week, his pants were poking out of his pyjama bottoms. They were the same as mine M&S blue stars; I was going to tell him and everyone else in the room about our shared underwear but, the facemask and the goggles, gown and gloves Got in theContinue reading “Covid, pants and barriers to communication”
I see school children in groups walking around as if nothing is happening; dumb to the reality that their future is being burned through the profligate nature of government spending on failed schemes for virus control or overall chaotic mismanagement of the crisis.
Ignaz might not be happy, but Donne would be chuffed.
Serial processing; switching backwards and forwards from concentrating on Word to Outlook to Chrome uses mental energy;
A drooling, dribbling, stuttering, stumbling, drug-addled bully, we express our love through brutality.
Our growth, our evolution has happened unconsciously, at an intuitive, human level – we have been feeling not thinking, reacting not planning, doing what feels right rather than what we are told is right.
Imagine the harm done to those people previously ‘living well’ with dementia who for six weeks have had a dramatic reduction in visitors and day-centre attendances; even the bitter-sweet routine trips to GP surgeries or hospitals have been done away with.
‘Will my mum be recorded within the statistics?’
I haven’t been asked that yet.
All we can do in the Time of Covid is to do our best and act in good faith.
We have closed schools which has reduced transmission; we can’t close care homes.
The slower we move now, the more people will become ill or die.
I feel awful. The message came through that the care home I support was opening for an hour to allow relatives to see their mums. Just an hour, strict hygiene, in the resident’s bedrooms. I asked the manager to stop. ‘If one person gets Covid, many will die.’ I said. It is almost impossible toContinue reading “In a few hours it will be Mother’s Day.”
How do we cope with Covid when we want to minimise clinical examination?
There is still plenty of bread, flour and beans in the UK.
Ever been breathless at three in the morning? Do you have any strategies to sort yourself out, particularly when to begin you have a bad chest?