My Last Nerve

Another week in paradise. Just kidding. It’s been another rubbish week in Lockdown, UK and to say that it’s getting on my absolute, final, last nerve is an understatement. Our government seems to be running around like headless chickens, scaling one level of ineptitude after another. It would seem that having initiated a panicked lockdown, it never occured to them that an exit strategy might be needed. Or perhaps the intention was to keep us locked up for ever. As for the Neil Ferguson saga, to quote Oscar Wilde, you’d need a heart of stone not to laugh. Hoist, petard, are words that come to mind. It couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.

If I seem a tad upset, it’s because we are now dealing with what one of my favourite doctors is calling Covid-collateral. These are the patients who have become terminal whilst the hospitals and hospices have been emptied, and who have been denied secondary care because of Covid-19 panic. Their poor families are now having to provide end-of-life care that they are unqualified for. The steady stream of bewildered spouses that we now have to advise about syringe drivers and breakthrough pain and other stuff which I pray you remain ignorant about for a very long time, would break your heart. My pal has lost 5 such patients in this week alone. So, no, I am not particularly keen on endless lockdowns until absolutely no one dies of anything at all because I do not have the luxury of blissful ignorance. This lockdown will end up killing more people in the UK than Covid-19 does, but the numbers will be disguised under heart disease, and cancer, and diabetes etc etc. I can’t tell you what a fabulous job MacMillan nurses and Marie Curie are doing at the moment. God’s blessing and favour on you all. Apparently, we won’t be let out until lightning strikes No.10 and burns it to the ground. Actually while God is scattering lightning strikes, may I also recommend the houses of parliament and Lambeth Palace. Our legislators and the Church seem to have abdicated all responsibility so what exactly are they for? The big announcement is coming this weekend – perhaps we might be able to see our friends and families without getting fined! I think I’ve fallen asleep and woken up in some deranged parallel universe.

Rant over, but I just thought people should be aware of the disaster building up behind the scenes. But because this is AlaraApothecary and we do not aim to depress you, I leave you with some of the funny stuff I’ve read this week. I’ve stolen this wholesale from Reader’s Digest but I’m sure they won’t mind as it’s for a good cause. God knows we all need cheering up. Keep on keeping on, and remember don’t be afraid. Well, actually, be a little afraid of the murder hornets 🙂 Bzzzz, Bzzzz. Have a good one.