Orgullo enfermero

2020 was the International Year of Nurses. We celebrate it in a strange way and to which we are not used: fighting against the coronavirus under a PPE, being protagonists on the balconies of each house, in the media and, finally, in vaccination centers. There were no parties or special events in our year or the next, but there was a feeling of pride in knowing that we were making history. We had always been there, but rarely had we been seen so much. We will also continue to be when the lights go out. This is the story of everything that happened after the first wave, when we desperately watched Covid-19 fill hospitals again, a pandemic that we will never forget, and the largest vaccination campaign humanity has ever experienced. Millions of doses of hope proudly administered by male and female nurses around the world, the same ones who first fought armed with garbage bags and then did so with a syringe in hand. This is the story of a nurse who fought coronavirus on the front line, armed with a garbage bag and a repurposed mask. But, in reality, it is also that of all the male and female nurses who stood up to the virus, those whom society called heroes, and for whom it applauded at eight o'clock, while they and they lived with fear glued to their backs. . It is the testimony of their tears, fears and sacrifices, and at the same time of the immense happiness they felt every time they turned off a respirator and released a patient.