Two years into the pandemic, I saw my first COVID positive patient this evening.
True, they were being looked after by another team, and I had actually done my best to avoid seeing her, by sneaking out the back way, forgetting that infectious patients are meant to be transported by different elevators. But still: However it happened, I saw her as she was being wheeled by. The theoretical has become personal, and it’s only going to get closer, although it will be some months I think before it starts to feel routine. We shall see.
ps. Just so you know, the woman wasn’t particularly unwell, and was having urgent surgery for something unrelated.