I had a nightmare last night.

In it I was at work (yeah that kind of dream) and we were all dealing with a horrible illness. It attacked seemingly at random and we were all running around trying to cure a disease that we didn’t understand.

Some young people did great, but some others crashed horribly and were put on ventilators. Some old people died quickly, but some smiled at us and asked for more ice cream. I felt like the hospital I was in, was like a rock in a river being overtaken by a flood, we were drowning.

But, I was able to hold hands with the dying and comfort them. I hugged the spouse of the young man on the vent who died. I got to be the object of hatred for the old man whose wife just died in front of him… that’s ok though.

Families asked why.

The country was afraid but united.

Then I woke up… and I remembered it’s worse than my nightmare.

In my last semester of my Master’s Degree, we were asked (told!) to open a WordPress account and start a blog. Over the last year it has sat pretty much ignored as life went on, the way things do when you have no time to reflect. The events of the last month or so have filled my head with so much I have to say, that I was moved dust off the account and then linked it to everything, Facebook, Twitter, and Tumbler. I even threw in the youtube channel in there somewhere. I’m kind of worn out at the end of the day to make those videos for now so… https://healthandhealthpolicy.blog