Symphony No 19

Day 4

So I got my head together yesterday and although the way ahead was far from clear the obstacles seemed less scary. But the peace is fragile and seemingly inconsequential incidents can throw the whole thing out of kilter. In normal times (if there ever was one) the inertia of life gets you through some tough blips because behind the cacophany of cymbals crashing you can hear a steady rhythm.

Never mind the melody, if the rhythm isn’t driving you its just a collection of disconnected bars and obtuse time signatures. The rhythm not only keeps you on track it connects those who are following or collaborating with you. Nothing functions without some routine as can be observed in the lives of those who have none. However when routine takes over your life it can be cruel so we battle with the seemingly simple regime we have all been instructed to follow while handling the mental stress of a strange and constrained life.

Its oddly comforting to witness the huge machine that is our NHS, battling with the constant challenges that are threatening to overwhelm it. No one would wish for this scenario but even though we are well aware of the shameful lack of resources, we are certain that our well founded confidence in those on the frontline will not disappoint us. Ironically, the assurances of those who are ultimately in charge only serve to compound our fears.

In every medic, from staff nurse to consultant, we sense a rhythm we trust and are familiar with. It makes no difference where they are from or what…