I stress-ate every snack I could find last night. I don’t know why.
I’m running on empty, and driving down a snaking road.
Didn’t have much to say yesterday. I drank a lot of mead to numb the pain.
Well, I made it an entire month. This has sucked. But I’m not dead yet.
I’m in a good deal of physical pain today (I post these the morning after) as my back went out. Can’t exactly go to the doctor. Did I mention that my appointment with my Pulmonologist last week was over the phone? Honestly, I’m just glad he’s still alive.
This was a bad day
I have taken to drinking. Drinking has taken to me. We have taken to each other. COVID please let my lung be
Mass graves are being filled with the unclaimed or poverty stricken dead in New York. That’s where we are now. Hart Island (off the Bronx coast) has been used this way for a long time, but never on this level.
The virus is tearing through group homes for folk with special needs, the ones I work with. Both the residents and the staff are in the ICU or dead. They’re now very short staffed. So if you’re unemployed and not worried about the virus, there are options for you.