Dressed to the nines in PPE, I scanned the empty room.
I was bored.
In March last year, I was working in a Covid testing centre and as we were heading towards the end of restrictions, most people had already had their vaccine.
And while it wasn’t the most exciting job, it was a welcome break from my previous one.
You see, I’d spent the past six years working as an EMT.
And by the end of Covid, I was really unhappy.
Working long stressful hours, I barely got to see my wife Emily, 28, who was also an EMT.
Sometimes we’d go six days without seeing each other.
It got to the point where we would book shifts together just so we could spend time with each other.
Day in, day out, watching and dealing withits toll on my mental health.
