Perhaps I should try and lift your spirits by telling you the tale of one of our anaesthetists during the first wave. Involves nudity.
So, lovely gasdoc is working a lot in ITU with covid patients and has young children who don’t understand social distancing. His infection control strategy was to build an outdoor shower. He lives in rural location. Home, clothes off, outdoor shower, THEN hug the kids.
He purchased a shower cubicle of completely clear glass. Worked perfectly. He’d head home and decontaminate every evening. No one overlooking. All good.
One day his children went to play in the garden and sadly found a dead cat. They told their mum, who posted on a local group and the cat’s owners were found. They wanted to collect their cat and lay him to rest in their own garden.
Dr Gasdoc gets home that evening after a busy, sweaty shift. He is unaware of cat incident. He strips naked and jumps into his outdoor shower (next to his perfectly adequate large house) and gets to work soaping the bits that men need to soap.
Suddenly he gets the sensation that he is being watched. He looks round and sees a vaguely familiar family from down the road holding a very stiff, very dead cat. And watching him perform his ablutions.
This being England, he just says “Afternoon” and carries on. And cat family equally wish him a “Good Afternoon” and go on their way.
He later discovers why they were in his garden.
He later discovers why they were in his garden.
Perhaps the best part of this is that it was never spoken of again. No attempt to explain. Neighbours must still wonder why that man, with an adequate house and lovely family, takes naked showers in the garden.
They just pass each other in the road and nod politely.
They just pass each other in the road and nod politely.
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