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The great british clap-off

The great british clap-off

May 08, 2020

This morning I woke up feeling utterly deflated.

Social media can be an amazing way to meet people who share the same interests and experiences as you. It’s a lifeline for the lonely and for those who suffer from chronic health problems, however it also a breeding ground for conspiracy theories and misinformation.

Anyone who knows me knows that I feel everything deeply, I care without regard for myself and I will go above and beyond for anyone who needs my help.

I look at facts before forming an opinion and will not take someone else’s word as gospel until I have seen the evidence.

I guess you could call me a reluctant skeptic.

12.5 hours working with the sickest patients yesterday had me wondering what the hell we are doing this for?

Every Thursday the Great British Public Grace their doorsteps for the obligatory clap, yet they have collectively made the decision that my life and the lives of my family, friends and colleagues have no significance.

I am expected to exhibit empathy but I cannot expect any in return.

I spend days and nights away from my daughter in hot, sweaty, uncomfortable, often substandard PPE in an effort to protect myself and those around me from a highly infectious and potentially fatal virus.

And yet you continue to complain about your comfort.

If you cared about my existence as much as I care about yours we could actually rid the world of this virus.

But I don’t expect that, I can’t.

So this virus will be around for much longer and there will be another surge in new cases and deaths.

All I ask is that next time, when you “clap for carers” that you do so remembering what you did.

Claps won’t bring my colleagues back.

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