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My 4-year-old daughter attended Nursery, but it shut once lockdown was declared. I have an
approximately 40 miles commute to work from Yorkshire to Manchester, so I batch cook
meals. However, my daughter, like many other children, developed a much larger than usual
appetite while she was home-schooled. Therefore, before I set off on my journey to work, I
used to fill a Bento box with snacks for her. I would leave some raisins, nuts, fruit, a chocolate
bar, sweets, and a small stack of Pringles. As an essential worker, I was required to go to work,
unlike many other people who were asked to stay at home. The snacks kept my daughter
occupied while her dad worked from home. Everything seemed to be quite orderly.
Outside, people went into panic mode and began stockpiling anything and everything, from
milk to toilet roll. When we went to Tesco the shelves were bare. No toilet rolls. No tinned
tomatoes. No eggs. No rice. No flour. I craved a Pot Noodle- for some odd reason, I could keep
this down despite having Hyperemesis. There were no Pot Noodles either. I had severe pain
due to my PGP and endometriosis and was advised to take paracetamol. There was no
paracetamol in the shops either! I cried because I felt frustrated. I had managed to have one
manual physiotherapy session, but the remaining sessions were cancelled. I would wake up
in the middle of the night and I could not physically move due to my PGP. The pain was
excruciating first thing in the morning, and I needed paracetamol to ease my pain.
We discussed the difficulty of shopping at work. By the time many of us had finished our shifts,
the shopping aisles would be empty. One of my colleagues could not find pasta in Manchester,
but it was available in Yorkshire, so I brought them a packet. I mentioned to my manager that
I had run out of paracetamol and I was struggling to find some in the shops. He said that there
was a box in his drawer which I could have. I have never felt more grateful to receive
painkillers. I ended up rationing the paracetamol tablets.
I was moved away from frontline healthcare due to my high-risk pregnancy, but I was still able
to attend work because I had recently qualified as a Musculoskeletal [MSK] Reporting
Radiographer and I spent my time reporting x-ray images for several weeks. Each morning I
would thoroughly clean the equipment at the reporting station including the keyboard,
mouse and microphone. I would turn the computer on and review MSK radiographs and
subsequently write a report, describing the findings to help the referrer to decide on the
patient management. It became a mundane repertoire; very different to the dynamic clinical
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