All covid restrictions are due to end in England in ten days’ time. It’s a day I’ve been looking forward to for some time, but the feeling I’ve got is a bit like the feeling you get when parkrun mess up their results and tell you you’ve got a PB when you know full well you were actually thirty seconds short. You’ve done the necessary things to earn that kind of result and for a moment you consider claiming it anyway, but you know it wouldn’t be right to, because you know you’re not quite there yet.
I’m definitely not part of the zero covid stay in forever brigade. I do believe that we will reach a point when things can’t get any better and that covid will still be a part of that. It’s not that the lives or vulnerable people or cases of long covid don’t matter, it’s that some quantity of them will be unavoidable. Not acceptable, unavoidable. But I don’t think we are there yet. How can we be when cases are going up and up? How do we know that the increase in cases isn’t going to lead to a vaccine resistant variant? How can we say with such confidence that coronavirus doesn’t seriously affect children? It may not kill them on the spot but it could take years off their life or leave them with crippling long covid symptoms that persist forever.
The government has apparently decided that we don’t need protecting any more and is just going to open up everything anyway. Even the people who have realised that this is a really bad idea seem to be clutching at red herrings and are banging on about people going to football matches and not wearing masks on the tube. Hardly anyone seems to acknowledge the massive shitshow which is happening in our schools and the ridiculous decision to omit children from the vaccine programme. No one seems to care that vaccine passports haven’t been introduced and those people who refused their vaccines are allowed to attend events if they say they have had a negative lateral flow test in the last 48 hours. I still can’t go to parkrun but I can go to work every day and share air with patient facing staff. Strangely, none of my colleagues have come down with it this time though. Wait, it’s not strange at all. We have a 100% vaccination take up rate.
People keep asking me what it’s like at work at the moment and my answer is – busy, but it’s always busy. I don’t know if it’s much busier than it would normally be this time of year. There’s certainly a growing number of corona calls (mainly for younger people this time) but nothing like the chaos of the winter. It’s manageable, but I haven’t forgotten how very quickly it can become unmanageable.
Since things are going to reopen whether it’s a good idea to or not, I’m trying to focus on the positives which mean that we finally get parkrun back (we should have got it months ago), I can still go to races and even plan a weekend away in the UK. I’d gladly give all these things up for a while if it meant getting the case numbers under control but I’m increasingly starting to think that if we’re all doomed I might as well have a bit of fun before we meet our sticky end.