Catch-2020

We have to shutdown to control the spread. We can’t shutdown without supporting businesses and workers. THERE IS NO HELP COMING FROM THE FEDERAL GOVERNMENT UNTIL JANUARY 20th. <<How much was spent on all of those golf outings?>> I can’t believe this is America.

Not to be Debbie Downer but telling everyone this is serious/wear a mask/stay at home/wash your hands one hundred million times or in SHOUTY LOUD CAPS isn’t going to change a thing right? Thanksgiving is coming & the numbers will keep rising. I see nothing to be optimistic about.

SMH – stay home if you are sick. A great message. Kind of like have two months of expenses available in emergency funds. That’s not how it works when you live paycheck to paycheck and don’t have a job with sick time.

The first 3 months of COVID I was sick. And furloughed. And self-isolating. And scared. It’s now been 9 months. I’m terrified. I never expected the numbers to be *this* bad. How do people not understand the magnitude of this crisis? How do we get these people to understand?

There are so many scary things about COVID. Right now, I’m hyperfocused on the fact that this virus is so damn shifty – it can be present and spread to other people without any symptoms at all. So evil.

Maybe I’m just too pessimistic, no, wait, realistic BUT the words “the vaccine is coming” is NOT reassuring to me one bit. When, when is it coming? Today? To everyone? Or some? Or just the wealthy, somehow I don’t trust a damn thing this administration will do. I am so, so, so hopeful for the vaccines that are in development. But anything with the title “Operation Warp Speed” is just not reassuring. Warp speed? How about safe and effective speed please.

A couple we know are recovering from a pretty serious bout of COVID and now HWMMS wants me to but a pulse oximeter with an ALARM, because…this virus is scary.

This explains my nightmare last night — I’m on a stretcher in a crowded makeshift medical hallway surrounded by hundreds of others. Presumed dead, but not dead yet. My friend Mike, an Episcopal Minister, is at my side praying and notices I moved and not dead yet. Then I woke up.

The nightmares are real.