It has been almost a year since I have been writing that I have forgotten how it feels to write in a blog. Well, the scourge of the Pandemic is an ever -pressing concern in our lives. As an introvert, I like the staying home bit but as a front liner, I was never given a chance to stay home. I’m right in the middle of “saving lives, trying to stay alive” crew. There was and there is no reprieve, you try to be sick for feeling symptoms of the virus and you get derision and a lengthy interrogation process by the powers that be in my work universe.
I don’t think I will ever get away with taking time off for Stress. Or working from home when there are call bells to answer at the actual site. Despite the vaccines, there are variants out there lurking and ready to claim thousands of human lives. People should be wary of huge gatherings.
Lockdown gives space. There is far less traffic in the busiest roads and it saves me from confrontation with highly-paid class acts in the Tube on day shifts. Sir, whatever you say, it’s still not prudent to take that seat beside me. I’ve wrapped up dead bodies in full PPE due to Covid.
Should we still social distance? It’s such a double standard since people love gatherings. There is no social distance in parties. December was lockdown month, yet people were dressed to the nines for parties. Cases ballooned in January, cold weather and viruses, eh? It’s summer now, but there it seems the most dreadful of times.
Pandemic or no pandemic, we are still busy at work, just made more complicated by the ever threat of this health emergency. At least there was a vaccine to at least minimise symptoms or prevent us from succumbing to the virus’ worst effects. For now, let’s pray there are no more waves and there is a cure for the deadliest of variants.
