Evil Christmas

So here we are, December 28th. Three days away from New Years Eve, the third and final nail in the COVID-19 coffin. It wasn't as though the spike caused by Thanksgiving was enough, NO! Millions of Americans willingly flew to be with their families for Christmas. "Evil Christmas" is what they will call it - No, wait: "COVID Christmas"! The Xmas to end all Xmases. From it will be born a spike on top of the Xgiving (that's my new name for Thanksgiving) spike, and atop that our Xyear's day spike will rise like The Tower of Babel, paused in a moment in time, just before it crumbles and kills uncounted tens, perhaps hundreds of thousands of innocent people. We are teetering on the brink, folks. Evil turkeys, deadly Santa, and finally a murderous New Year. It seems that the general public just couldn't care less avout it. 

I will have a front ring seat for this as it plays out, while working at an Urgent Care Center. I heard every story: "I was seated between two people who both tested positive at the Thanksgiving table! I'm 75, what can I do?!" "My grandchildren visited me on Christmas, and both just tested positive, and now I can't stop coughing!" "I'm going to visit my elderly parents, can I have one of those quick tests?"

Jesus Christ, save us. Buy your toilet paper now, people. There's going to be pandemonium by January 14th. What will I do? I'm planning to call out sick. Seriously. I'll put toilet paper up my nose and call in. Sounding stuffy, I'll say that I don't know if I have a cold, or COVID. Then I'll get tested, but have to stay out 10 more days if I test negative - or at least till I have no fever for a week. That will get me to January 21st, when Biden will be sworn in. Hopefully he'll swiftly call for all states to follow the CDC rules, my state will be forced to roll back, and my work T Urgent Care will return to March levels of patients, meaning we'll only test sick patients. 

What are your plans for "The Spike To End All Spikes"? I hope it's staying home, for all our sakes. 

Almost There...

 Friday, November 6th, 6:38pm. They're still counting the votes. Pennsylvania is almost there. Provisional votes must be counted, possibly 29,000 of the US Armed Forces, and we're done. That's at least a day or two away. Yet Biden's lead continues to increase there, in Nevada, South Carolina, and Michigan.

All this is welcome news to me, an Independent who consistently votes Democrat. Honestly, I only became an Independent so that I'd be free to choose whom I want at any time, without the strings of either party. 

So we wait. The anxiety is waning and hope replacing it, step by step, day by day. 

If Biden wins (and I think he will), there will be count after recount. It will take weeks. I guess I can wait that out, knowing what the outcome will be. At least, of the election, I mean. 

What Trump supporters will do *after* the election is decided, is another thing. Due to the COVID19 induced anger I've seen, I expect to see men and women from 35-70 out in the streets, burning and looting. Shooting guns. Grabbing people of color and murdering them. Attempts made on Democratic officials. Rioting. 

Trump won't stop them. He'll revel in it.  We won't have civilization back until Joe takes the White House. And COVID19 will kill 26,000 more people in Florida alone. 

I don't want to be alarmist, but violence, even at my clinic, is proof that the public is a bunch of dangerous animals. I'm talking white, middle class folks, trailer trash, Crackers, etc. They'll take to the streets with their anger. 

A patient (white, male, bearded, with expensive clothes and a large silver chain around his neck) threatened bodily harm on poor Yolanda, my Hispanic coworker, if he wasn't tested immediately after waiting 3 hours. So I chased him out of the clinic. Told him to get.....out. And he did, after I threatened to call the police. It was great. I loved kicking him out. 

We'll see what happens. In the meantime, there's hurricane Eta to deal with. It's not supposed to hit Tampa, but it's still a day or so away. Things change from forecast to forecast. 

We'll see. 

 

The Age of COVID19, and My Return to Blogging.

 What can I say? I've been gone a long time. I dabbled with GoDaddy, only to see my money siphoned off at regular intervals. I'm now a regular contributor on Reddit. It's a profoundly gratifying community like none I've seen since SciFi destroyed the LEXX thread. 

I'm also uhhh...8 years older. With that comes a lot of wisdom. When last I blogged here I had moved to Mastic Beach, and things were quiet. My husband finally got his settlement, and we moved to Florida.

I dabbled in several go-nowhere jobs to get along, Hubby bought a car and a motorcycle, and oh, two guns. So paying the lease on his Harley ate my earnings, and we lived hand to mouth for years. 

Finally he made a terrible mistake that cost him his life. I was left alone, except for my cats and a dog he'd adopted 2 weeks earlier. I was left penniless, for he never made a will. The car was sold to pay for his funeral, the motorcycle repossessed, and I had to deal with the funeral planning and his family. 

For a couple of years, things seemed to be getting better. Then COVID19 hit. It just so happened that I scored a job at an Urgent Care Center, and I am considered an Essential Worker. During the shut down, I kept on working. 

We've had a spike in July, and are seeing another that will undoubtedly bring America to its knees.

Florida is governed by a Republican - Ron DeSantis - who has decided that the economy is more important than the people.  So he's opened everything up. Bars, restaurants, you name it.

DeSantis just took the "individuals newly tested" out of the public's view. So now he manipulates the numbers ( he's been trying to do this all along), just to look good. Over 16,000 people have died in Florida of COV19, and we are approaching the 250,000 mark in deaths in America.  

My Urgent Care is a zoo. We began giving C19 Rapid Tests two weeks ago. As a result, we are the only rapid testing center from here to Tampa...And we're swamped. 

So here comes the spike to end all spikes, right on the heels of the election. I've already voted for Biden. Trump, with all his kindergarten name-calling, must fail. If he does not, I will take to the streets in protest. I will sleep on the steps of the government buildings and I will shout until I'm hoarse. 

I can't live like this, trapped in my home like a prisoner, fearing the government and scraping by. Thank god the election is 7.5 days away. I don't even know if I have the day off, but I intend to throw a party for myself and watch the polls all day and all night. I hope I have the next day off, too. Who knows what will happen. 

You see how life twists and turns? I hope I've got your attention again. It's going to be a wild ride.