Day 41 – 04/22/2020
I’m starting to shelter from social media for great swatches of the day – in times of crisis and conflict it has a way of reaching out and grabbing me where I’m most vulnerable. Two distinct and disparate value systems are going headers against each other while everything else conspires to kill us, and the images are seared into my permanent record. This one has followed me around for a couple of days…
It isn’t photoshopped.
Eugenics, pure and simple, and we actually find ourselves at this point in history.
I’m the weak for all the reasons… Kim’s the weak because asthma and a heart attack/bypass… John’s the “weak” for potential lack of PPE while on shift. Most everyone I love falls into the category of THE WEAK for one reason or another – who decides who to treat… or not? Death panels, anyone?
A heavy attrition rate in nursing homes, prisons, poverty-stricken communities, minority populations, and among the aging would help the economy recover… that seems to be the mindset at this point. We have met the enemy and he is us. Gives the concept of shelter a whole new meaning – I’m picturing a cave in a remote location, the sooner the better. We old survivors are becoming prey.
Playing for Time 
Apr 27, 2020 @ 22:01:47
My anger and frustration are hitting levels I don’t enjoy much. My body is in so much pain right now. My heart is breaking in the knowledge that yes, I’m expendable. Which I’ve felt before but not at this level of consciousness. In my face every day as healthy (for how long?) people crow about their freedom and celebrate getting to do the things they enjoy while the rest of us wonder how many months (a year?) we’ll be able to venture into the public again. So I guess freedom isn’t free. Because their freedom means I have none.
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Apr 28, 2020 @ 06:04:27
Support for the people out there raising hell because they don’ wanna stay home has ripped my guts out, Vicki. This isn’t the “home” I’m familiar with…
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Apr 22, 2020 @ 12:42:44
Re: Shelter Me, page 33 – man, it does so suck to be in the expendable group. That and to be taking care of another one who also is. For you, so much more fear is added for the concern of your son’s health and very life. It’s a lot more than my heart and brain can stand, but stand it I will. Sending hugs through the interwebs.
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Apr 22, 2020 @ 22:09:47
I love you, sweet girl, and hope to meet you face-to-face someday. You’re in the sandwich generation and it takes everything you’ve got. All respect, as I’ve been there in spades and know how challenging it is. ❣️
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