I reached my limit.

I shouldn’t have read these articles, but I did.

A grocery clerk with cerebral palsy died of coronavirus. She had kept working to help seniors

“It’s just crazy here at work … but somebody’s got to do it, I’ve got to help the older people.”

27 years old.

“She was doing everything for them: Helping them put their groceries in their walkers, to helping them get into lifts.”

Dammit. I REALLY shouldn’t have read this. Beyond wrecked.

“In many cases they can’t speak for themselves, or have anxiety issues, with nobody there who they know who can support them,” he said.”

And I really shouldn’t have read this. I’m now completely wrecked.

“I walked in one night and there was a man on the floor, who fell off wheelchair. No one saw or heard him. I called for help.”

So much pain. On the average pre-pandemic days of long ago nursing homes, assisted living, group homes have so many lonely, sick residents. Understaffed care. Now, once people get COVID-19 and end up in the ICU – terrified and alone? I just can’t…

I feel sick. And I’m having difficulty breathing. And I’m crying. And my chest hurts. And I need to go to bed.

I can’t take it anymore. News/Media blackout begins now. Not sure how long I can do it, but I’m gonna try till Monday for my own self-preservation.

Deleting the Twitter browser & app from my bookmarks and phone in 5,4,3,2…

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