CORONA-CH: About the pandemic┃Theme: COVID19┃Précis: Life in the hospital, internship. ▪︎ ☆ Note: I wrote this for @train_river_publishing COVID19 anthology. #train_river_publishing ▪︎ Thoughts: I don't usually write description / chronicle type poems, but for some reason I wanted to write this one. • I was in the last few months of my internship when the pandemic had started. At first, of course we were worried because there wasn't enough data. There was wild speculation, conflicting studies... there was so much suspicion and worry. Sometimes, I didn't want to go to the hospital because it was so stressful worrying about COVID, not for myself but for my family. And the worst luck for me, too, considering I was posted in respiratory medicine in my last few weeks and every cough made me shudder, I was forcing patients to wear masks, as nicely as possible. I washed my hands so much, I got dermatitis. And then, we were worried because of the data. But the in-between was possibly the worst because there wasn't enough time to prepare for it. Supplies ran low, healthcare was inaccessible to those who really required it, those who might have had a fighting chance, perished. It was a mess. I kept telling myself that it was just a flu because there was a time when we got used to the "pandemic situation". We're doctors, we've seen 'awful things', right? And the death toll began to rise rapidly & the dread settled in once more. I was either busy & in denial, or free & depressed. There was no other mood. I saw the pandemic bring out the worst and best in people. And at times, I couldn't tell which was which. ▪︎ ☆ 🎨: "Woman In The Hospital" by Szabó Gyula ▪︎ #cinderconecrucible #coronach #coronaviruspandemic #poetry (at Pandemic 2020) https://www.instagram.com/p/CECzlZlpheh/?igshid=6ur1fmb4yg5f