On Christmas Eve my mates mother called his father down for dinner. He wasn't responding. They shouted again. Nothing. His mother and sister went upstairs where they found him out cold, not responding, they shook him, he wouldn't respond. Panic ensued. They called 999, the emergency services guided them through an attempted resuscitation. Pushing hard and fast on the chest. The ambulance came and took him to the hospital. Covid. His oxygen levels had dropped so low it caused the non response. There were no beds at the local hospital on the covid ward however. He ended up in an A&E bed for a couple of days. London was becoming overwhelmed. Eventually he was transferred. A place was available at a more central hospital. A few days in, conscious, using his phone, he spoke to his family, provided them passwords and other emergency information they might need. Just a couple of days before he bought a new car. Life was going on. Then one night in hospital he deteriorated, fast. The doctors made the decision to induce a coma and get him on a ventilator. The family of course could not see him. They had to wait at home. Wait for 1 phone call per day from the hospital. The stress and the distress was so much that my mates gf had to take the calls, no one in the immediate family could digest the information and relay it. The mother had to be protected, fed less information, for she couldn't handle hearing it. Once a day a doctor would call, what time, they didn't know, it could be 5pm it could be 1am. The doctors were overwhelmed keeping people alive. When they did call it wouldn't last more than a minute. The doctors didn't have time. Each day passed, the family stuck at home. We supported my mate at work as much as we could. Everyday checking in, asking if any news, trying to take work pressure off wherever we can. Then the news coming back was that he was in the worst possible state you can be where oxygen is concerned. Air was trapped in the lungs so they couldn't turn him over onto his front as is best for covid patients. Some days it would be a tiny bit better, 5 or 10% better on the oxygen level, then reversed the next day. A week passed. Then another week. No real improvement. We all had our hopes it would be ok, for here is a fighter with no underlying health conditions, fairly young, certainly no age to go. Doctors then reported kidney problems. A common feature on this sort of support machines and medicines. Another week passed. Now he had pneumonia. It became one thing after the other. On Thursday the family were called, told to go into the hospital immediately. Not told anything else. Of course if you've read up on this sort of thing you know that doctors get family's in to covid wards if someone is about to die, a last offering of humanity, a last chance to say your goodbyes. That evening he passed away. Almost a month after entering hospital. Covid won. A man taken down years if not decades before his time. A family distraught. A widow made far too young. Maybe grand children one day who won't have a grandfather. And why? You have to ask why did this happen? What we do know is he contracted the virus at work. Why was he at work? He didn't need to be. The occupation is one that can work from home. We hear that the boss made everyone go in. 3 people who I know who got covid in December did so in the workplace, 2 of them didn't need to be in the workplace. One suspects the boss may be like you. Covid is a scam, get over it, you're not at risk. The misreading, the misunderstanding, the downplaying of statistical risk. A common problem among men across many areas. It's difficult after the last months experience to read anything downplaying the virus. Treating it as if it is nothing to be concerned about. As if it is a hoax. As if life should carry on like nothing. As if the people who die or go through hell and their families going through hell aren't worth anything. The disregard for the screams of pain. The weeping. The emotional hell. Have some humanity. Have some class. Have some forethought. This virus is serious.