So there's a few people in my mentions telling me I overreacted yesterday and they are probably right. Here the thing - I'm allowed. I'm allowed to be really, really angry right now. 1/6

I have spent the last 9 months, working, covered in PPE from head to toe, giving people devastating news over the phone or from behind a mask. Sweating through layers during resuscitations, and wondering if they are going to run out of my size N95 again. 2/6

I worried in March, as people were too afraid to come to the hospital, and sat at home with their heart attacks and septic kidney stones. People who finally came in when they were on death's door and some who came in dead. 3/6

I spent the fall, diagnosing late stage cancer in people, some of whom were younger than me. People, who came in when something inside them just stopped working, and it was because they were already riddled with metastases.4/6

And I have spent the last month, watching as our hospital has filled with COVID patients, people gasping for breath as others scream about their right not to wear a mask. And I know this Christmas at work will be truly awful.5/6

So I'm allowed to be angry. Because all of this was preventable. P.S. Nobody fucking signed up for THIS! 6/6