Peeling back the layers of PPE apron, gloves, mask, face shield, goggles -I breathed a sigh of relief.
Another stressful day was over.
Time to go home, have a shower, put my feet up and crack open a bottle.
It was January 2021 and for the past year, I’d been working as a mental-health professional in A&E during the pandemic.
As well as the challenging 12-hour shifts, I saw patients who were lonely, vulnerable, feeling trapped at home.
Did my best, but all of us on the front line were struggling, stressed, emotional.
Constantly being gifted cake, chocolates and biscuits by well-meaning members of the public, being sent free food from local restaurants.
We appreciated it.
But it was difficult to resist, plus we needed the fuel.
At home, zapped…
