Covid Support Thread
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Yeah, thanks. It was really hard to tell the kids – especially Jackson – about the teacher dying. She was very beloved in our community and there was a really nice obituary in the NYTimes, and a tribute to her on the Today Show yesterday and various other media. I have friends whose kids are in her class and they are absolutely devastated. The schools counselors and social worker have been working overtime to meet the need.
Our school had a memorial for her on Zoom. Kids should never have to attend a zoom memorial for someone they love.
This is all so fucking insane. People should not be dying this way, healthcare workers should not be sleeping and living in their cars, grocery store workers should not have to deal with this shit and we should not be teetering on the edge of utter collapse. My anger has been intense the past four days and I am having a hard time keeping it in check. Luckily my husband has filled in the gaps when I have needed a time out.
I was doing well for about a week and half and actually getting sleep and not too anxious, but then my boss emailed me and said we needed to start picking up mail at the post office and taking it to the school I work at and sorting it. This only came about because other high schools are making their AA’s (which I am) do it. I have been a nervous wreck because I KNOW I am going to have to do it and the last place I want to be is a post office. People are still out in the Virginia suburbs of Washington DC and just going places because they can’t stay home any longer. I do not think this is critical but I guess it is part of my job as an “essential” employee. Can’t really refuse because my job is the one that provides health insurance and my husband is a medical examiner, so he is in the hospitals right now.
I’m just pissed because it shouldn’t be THIS bad, it should be bad but not to the point where the thought of leaving your house brings on a panic attack. I never had agoraphobia before but it certainly feels like I’m developing it.
This country is such an utter mess and I hope there are MAJOR changes for the better that come out of this horrific time.
To echo BGM..hang in there everyone
All I wanted to put this information out there to see if anyone else was interested in participating in the NIH study to quantify undetected cases of coronavirus infection. The NIH is trying to get an idea of the scope of Covid-19 infection. You can do this through the mail and my husband and I have signed up. All the information is at the link https://www.nih.gov/news-events/news-releases/nih-begins-study-quantify-undetected-cases-coronavirus-infection.
Sorting the fucking mail. What a fucking waste of time. My rage lately is WHITE HOT. Honestly, Bethany? I’d simply tell them you are fucking sick. Just fucking LIE. Why the hell not. There are apparently ZERO consequences for lying. So, I say — well fucking start. Right now. End of story.
PS — I am mad right now that nobody who truly deserves to get this disease has. Frankly, the list of the oh-so-very-deserving is fucking MILES long. Pick better targets, Corona. If you need help in discerning who, hit me up. I can send you a nice, long list.
I think we’re fine, and assume it was just the stomach flu. My husband is up and around. All day though I was waiting for it to hit my stomach and I was off my game. I hate the stomach flu. It is quick though, I’ll give it that.
So like everyone else I have been so so stressed. I’m one of the lucky ones – still employed and in a stable job, but immunocompromised and fearful every time I have to leave the house to go to work. I also have diagnosed C-PTSD from a crap childhood. (I emphasize diagnosed because unfortunately PTSD has become a word that’s thrown around all too frequently.) Having my mouth, nose covered is very triggering for me. I have to keep myself grounded because I’m all the kids have.
I’m taking it one day at a time and trying to build in little pockets for myself. Breathing space I guess. I took up an old hobby and started writing again. Was something I did for many years as a coping mechanism before life changed. For me this is a way of just getting balance back. Been so very long that I can use help though. So what I came here today to see was if anyone has used a freelance developmental editor available via something like reedsy. I know there are a lot of them out there but I’d rather collaborate with someone in or a friend of my online communities if that makes sense? I don’t expect to actually publish anything anywhere. I just expect to look at the story when I’m done and know its as good as I can get it.
Anyone have any suggestions for editors out of work before I go querying randoms for quotes, I’d love to hear it.
Tim Brooke-Taylor of The Goodies died from corona and I’m SO sad about that today. The Goodies were a huge part of my childhood. I don’t know that they were that big in the US but they were really popular in Australia. I might pull out the couple of dvds they released and watch them in their honour tonight.
Watching Trump lying and rewriting his lack of awareness and action. The truth is,if he had been paying attention and ordered medical supplies etc. many lives could likely have been saved. The response has been a chaotic tragedy and made a horrible and difficult situation,much worse.
He keeps saying “Who knew,nobody knew this would happen…” I live in Canada,and live in a province that has been praised as one of the most prepared places in the world. Our government health services department here,heard about/was aware back in December,of the possibly of this severe pandemic.
They immediately checked the supply levels of equipment and ordered so many supplies that we have had extra to ship to some neighbouring provinces with more cases/lack of equipment. Also the Canadian government coordinated with the Provinces to find out who needed supplies-everyone got on the same page and worked together. Not that it is perfect here,but I am saddened and staggered by the Trump debacle with this virus and almost everything else. And the lying and gas-lighting is just so wrong and disgusting. I certainly hope people there vote him out and return empathy and decency and dignity and competence to the office.I have generally been fairly protective of my anonymity here but this seems to be a break glass in case of emergency situation. I have a zoom subscription and would be willing to host a zoom meeting if it would help people (myself included) cope with the isolation and fear a little better. I think that people should be able and configure zoom to show their pseudonyms.
@Fyodor: I mean we’re all supposed to have masks at this point!
I’m happy to hear others are feeling better. May you all have turned the corner.
I am relieved that I feel better. I’m super relieved my husband is okay. We are looking into participating in the study @Bethany linked. And I am grateful that I am privileged enough to be able to spew my grievances and they’re mostly inconveniences.
But also, I’m honestly freaking the actual motherfucking fuck out.
I’m used to working from home, so that’s cool. But I’m also used to ending the work day by going to the dog park and chatting with the dog park friends, or running errands and maybe grabbing a drink to break the day up before returning home to make dinner/chat with the neighbors/meet friends, whatever. I miss that. Going to the recycling yard to drop off the recycling from the car is not exactly the same. I miss having lunch or coffee or an after work glass of wine with my dad. Hell, I miss my dad, period. Neither he nor I excel at the phone conversation and texts only go so far. We’ve tried, but, yeah. I also really miss the option of saying, fuck it, let’s go out to dinner tonight. No fuss, no muss.
I’m sick of cleaning my house and washing dishes and rationing cleaning supplies because I can’t get any more for weeks and so everything just feels slightly dirty and gross. I miss the fact that *I* used to not feel dirty and gross. But now, my razor sucks and I can’t find a new one, my roots are growing in, with no relief in sight and I’m out of my night time facial stuff and can’t get any until next week, unless I go to a drug store for some stop gap stuff and, JFC, I don’t want to go to a drugstore out of vanity.
And it’s clear this is going to have to be our new reality for at least another month. Here, anyway. I’m also sad that everything just seemingly keeps getting more bizarre. Like, WTF, there isn’t going to be a post office now? Where the fuck did that plot twist come from? And, Cartman and his Cheezy Poofs are officially the President? Respect My Author-IT- Auh!! Jesus Christ. Seriously? What is going to happen to us now? How did we as a nation end up in the same dysfunctional relationship with a narcissistic asshole that we warned LWs about for years? And why don’t the people who got us into this suffer the repercussions instead of the people who knew better?
Also, I’m fucking angry. I’m angry that people in Wisconsin had to fight for democracy in the rain. And I’m amazed and relieved that they won. And goddamnit, I’m gonna crawl through whatever version of hell the GOP throws up keep us from voting in November. But I’m livid that were all going to have live like this in one form or another until January, at least.
Finally, I’m super pissed that as much as I type the word “fuck” my iPhone keeps on acting like I meant to say “duck.” It’s wasting my ducking goddamned time. Which I have plenty of, but still, I type fuck a lot autocorrect. Get it right.
Miss MJ, why not order some Nice & Easy root color (my mom’s fave) or some Color Wow Root Cover-up (it’s a powder, not a dye and can be used to cover either gray hair or dark regrowth AND take care of grown-out highlights by connecting them)? And/or just get some cute headwraps and headbands? They have cheap ones at Forever21 or you can go fancy and do Nam Josh or whatever.
And a bottle of Lysol Hawaiian Breeze to spray everything with, and some wet swiffers. I feel you on having to clean all the time and it’s still not enough.
