This was me this afternoon:
not for the first or last time in the coming weeks, I’m sure. Eventually my body will be the boy who cried wolf so often I’ll end up going to work with a sore throat, fever, myalgia, and a cough, much like the surgeon I worked with this week who was told by occupational health that of course he was fine to be at work and to stop worrying. I’d just hate to be the doctor that everyone was “flabbergasted” that they went to work. Or, of course, like Typhoid Mary, who unknowingly infected loads of people and ended up the bad guy. Don’t let me be the bad guy! I just want to help people…,