I spent my last 14 nights looking after people with severe acute respiratory illness (suspected COVID-19) in the emergency holding area. Everyone is aware of what a horror this illness is but only until you spend time in the wards, as a patient, attendant or a doctor, do you truly realise the grave reality of the situation.
It's agonising to see these many people die. To have done everything that you could but failing to save patients one after another. Seeing tears in the eyes of a dying father. Seeing a sister sobbing over her dead sister's body. Seeing a mother not even in a state to say her last words to her family. Everything breaks you apart. Could I have prevented this somehow? Could I have done a little more? I don't know. It's such a horrible illness. There just aren't enough resources and I am not talking about oxygen.
I would ponder, how did it all come to this? The answer is, we're simply paying the price of being complacent as citizens. Every moment we allowed the government, be it any, to get away with not investing enough in healthcare, we brought this onto us. Every time, we refused to rebel against the dire lack of resources, thinking it's not our job, we brought this onto us. These people at the top, they don't care about any of us. They want us to be okay with all of this. To die silently. To not disturb their peace of mind, their bubble of delusion and grandiosity.
Not anymore. We can not allow this. Rebel. Revolt. It's no longer a matter of convenience for you to fight for what you deserve. It's a matter of life and death. And believe me, the sight of people dying is not pretty.
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