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| COVID-19 has officially arrived in Cooke County, Texas. We had 2 people test positive. Even though I have an autoimmune disease that lets a sinus infection take me down for a month, I wasn't too concerned before now. I don't watch the news much, so I wasn't aware of the massive amounts of sick in Dallas County. Where I'm from and were I visit on a weekly basis. My husband & daughters are worried about me, so I feel like I need to be careful not to frighten them anymore. My mother..well, with her COPD, will probably die if she gets it. So she's in her own little pity party and thinks I'm overdramatic. Hopefully that didn't come off too bitchy. So I did a big shopping trip yesterday & tried to get the shopping done for the month. We're in a small town with only a Walmart & Tom Thumb. No eggs, bread, cheese, and of course no paper products. They put a limit of 1 product per person per day and they are fucking rude about it. These shortages are ridiculous. So, that's it. Just sitting around wondering if I've been pulled into a book, like The Neverending Story or if this is just my extremely overactive imagination playing a trick on me. Although, I wonder if anyone knows how long the shortages will last? Surely it can't just be Texas. I keep going back and forth on whether or not I should be worried. At first, I thought it was no big deal. Since my immune system is my worst enemy, I frequently use hand sanitizer when I'm out shopping or whatever. I planned on running my errands in the early morning to avoid people. Plus, no one in my county had tested positive. The neighboring counties had 30. The very next day, that number jumped to 82. I just don't understand. If the only people that need to worry about getting fatally ill are the elderly and the ones with weekend immune systems or other serious health issues, then why is the government saying the hospital system isn't equipped for the surge of future patients? I only watch the news in the morning and I stay away from clickbait YouTube videos. Front page of the local newspaper shows the tent set up next to our county "hospital" to accommodate the expected overflow. (It only had two doctors and went bankrupt last year.) In my eyes, that's a little suspicious. Are there that many at-risk residents? Do they think that if we get sick we won't live long enough to get to the nearest hospital, 30-40 miles away? With Dallas in crisis mode, I've been on the edge of panic. We're in Dallas at least once a week I could be sick and not know. The only way to be tested is to see your regular doctor and he/she will recommend a test if they feel it's necessary. Hell, I've had a sinus infection or something for a month but because I have no health insurance, I haven't been to the doctor. The sliding scale fee for me to see the doctor about one issue is $45. That may not be a lot to some, but that's half my grocery budget for the week. I just don't know what to think anymore. If anyone wants to talk about this check out my new forum. I mean, basically I talk to myself, but it'd be nice to not rely on myself for answers. Plus, one day I may just run a contest or some fun bullshit.
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So very thankful hubby is still able to work because his company is classified under telecommunications. However, the owner held a meeting saying that more than likely, they will shut down when/if someone tests positive in our county. I'm not sure what we'll do yet. We're already in a bit of a jam with the slumlords that own this house. We were supposed be moved out and in Oklahoma this week. Since both the job and house are off the table, we're stuck here. Hubby is lucky to have his job. Technically, his last day of work was two weeks ago. Considering the situation, he was able to go back without any repercussions. Except that we're pretty broke. I'm pretty upset with all the shortages. We're seriously down to the rest of the 5 dozen eggs I had left and whatever my mom happens to be cooking. Since we were planning on moving, I never bought groceries before shit hit the fan. Hell, half of our stuff is already in a storage unit. I still haven't been able to find toilet paper. I can never get to the store when they open because I'm taking hubby to work. By the time I get there, it's gone. After 4 visiting 3 stores each day, 4 days in a row, I gave up. My autoimmune disease means I'm high risk. I am not going to take any chances over some damn toilet paper! Thankfully, the last time I went to Brooklyn's I remembered to take the stockpile of diapers but forgot the wipes. I keep seeing people on social media going bat shit crazy because they've been told to stay put. It's amusing because I don't really go anywhere other than my mom's (6 blocks) and the grocery store (2 miles). I already cleared this weekend to catch up on some WDC stuff and finish up my tax report for the state, in that order, so it's not interrupting anything around here. My only complaint is that the laundromat is closed. I hate taking my laundry to my mother's house. But at least the liquor store is still open! |
As I'm helping out with some judging, I'm reflecting on my time here at WDC. This past year has been tiresome and I've been in a funk since January. It's better than suicidal, but still not the happy place I'd like to be right now. In February, my oldest daughter blessed me with my first grandchild, Izabella. It's strange to think my Brooklyn is nearly 19 and a mother. I joined WDC a few months after having her, in an attempt to save my sanity. Isolated and suffering from postpartum psychosis, I was looking to connect with someone, anyone. I poured my heart out to people I'd never meet in person. I could take judgment from strangers, hell, I'd been taking it from my boyfriend for years. But there was none. Over time, I've drifted away from WDC for months and even a couple of years. But WDC was like the best friend you just know is waiting to hug you even though you haven't spoken in 3 years. My word, I've been a member for 18 years. In 2021, I'll get a 20-year badge. Will I have grown? How many fabulous new folks will I meet by then? Hot damn, there's even a 30-year badge. Imagine how much will have changed! Wait, that means my Brooklyn will be 30. Which means I'll be 51. Wow. It's almost unthinkable. Actually, now I'm overthinking it. Exciting and terrifying is the future. I do know one thing that will be the same no matter how much time passes. WDC will be still be waiting with open arms. |
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but seems to be okay today. I worry about my poor circulation, scrub my toes with a soft bristle brush, watch discoloration come and go. I probably need new arteries or veins but hey... "Heathcare" USA (enough said?). I may be better off trying something here in Thailand. But still... wish I lived in a country that had adequate patient based healthcare. Thailand and Taiwan mostly do, but I can't access it. First world systems like Europe, Canada and Australia do, but again, I can't access it. 