This rapid transformation produced in the corridors of the hospital an atmosphere of surreal silence and emptiness that, at the time, we did not understand. We were waiting for a war to begin, a war that many (including me) were not so sure would ever arrive with the predicted ferocity. And all this was done in complete media silence. Several newspapers actually had the gall to say that private health care was doing nothing to get ready.
I still remember the night shift a week ago. As I waited for a call from the microbiology lab, for the outcome of a swab on the first suspected Covid-19 patient in our hospital, I trembled about the consequences it would have for us and the clinic. When I think about it now, now that I have seen all that is happening, my acute anxiety about one possible case seems ridiculous and unjustified.
The situation is now nothing short of dramatic. No other words come to mind.