post run thoughts whilst making tea
The route I run when taking my daily exercise
allowance takes me past the entrance NHS staff take into the Lister Hospital. This morning, for the first time, strewn
across the ground were thrown away gloves and a mask. I have seen posts on facebook drawing
attention to this and realise I have interpreted these ‘edited’ photos as a
judgement on poor behavior; because context and location are unknown.
In 2012 I was lucky enough to work on the Olympic
and Paralympic Games and privileged to be at the first technical dress
rehearsal of the Opening Ceremony. I
took pictures, and as instructed by Danny Boyle, ‘Kept the Secret.’ But I’ll never forget my emotions, thoughts,
feelings reaction to all that unfolded in front of me, and the glowing reviews
the morning after the Ceremony. In seeing
those discarded gloves and masks this morning, I remembered how we had on that
glorious night in 2012, on a global stage, celebrated the NHS… and I questioned,
again, how we have, and have not, looked
after the NHS since then.
Last night I watched the 10pm BBC news for
the first time in years ( I am usually in bed by then) and saw the report
inside an ICU fighting Covid 19. My thoughts
go to those nurses and doctors not only when they are on the ward, but as they leave
the hospital after another 12hr + shift.
It is complex and politics is a fundamental part of the complexities…
but for now these nurses and doctors are human beings and I wonder about their mental
health, and wonder whether those strewn gloves are indicative of how these
human beings ‘feel’ as they walk through those exit gates needing to feel the
physical embrace of a loved one, and how they need more than an 8pm hand clap.
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