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Wicked pandemic Days vanish and plans fizzle A wasted summer
September 11, 2020
Esta semana mejoré mucho. Solamente el sábado tuve ese dolor, como un cuchillo que corta el pulmón derecho y no deja pasar el aire. Pero una bolsa de agua caliente logró hacerlo desaparecer por completo. Pude respirar. El domingo nos visitó brevemente mi primo Juan Carlos y su familia. En este momento, su esposa está esperando un bebé. Nos llevó un ramo de flores: uno para mí y otro para mi mamá. Esas flores me alegraron mucho. Es el tipo de detalles que me alegra el día. En la foto está el ramo de hierberas. Le tengo mucho cariño a Juan Carlos porque lleva el nombre de mi hermano que murió. Es algo lindo recibir un detalle así, inesperado. Reconozco que me he quedado con una capacidad respiratoria limitada. Acciones que no me producían fatiga, ahora me cuestan. Pero muchas cosas mejoraron: mi salud, la cuestión económica y una que otra cosita por ahí que me ilusiona. Para mí, eso es un gran avance. Tengo mucha fe en que el parto de la esposa de mi primo se llevará a cabo de forma normal, sin ningún tropiezo. Pienso que es un gran reto enfrentar una situación de vida así en este contexto de pandemia. Espero que como familia lo logren superar con tranquilidad y seguridad.
September 13, 2020
Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to journal about the pandemic as much as I originally thought I might. This is because my anxiety is so prevalent that I have needed to start avoiding thinking about COVID and its many, devastating effects as much as possible. This week is particularly difficult because my fiancé began to teach in-person at two schools. He teaches over 100 students who have opted for in-person instruction per day at two schools. He is working in buildings that have thousands of students and staff. There have already been positive cases confirmed at both schools, but we have been told that the schools will not close for positive cases. My fiancé and I had a serious conversation about if this job—one that my fiancé can picture himself in for the rest of his career—is worth the risk. In tears, we agreed that it was not. But we cannot afford for him to resign. I could go on at length about my fears, such as how many students attended Labor Day gatherings the day before showing up to my fiancé’s classroom, unaware that they are spreading the virus to their friends and teachers or how the school district is failing its students and staff through its half-measures, ill-preparedness, and general lack of solutions that are real and not erected for the sole purpose of protecting the district in a legal battle. But the main purpose of my journal today is to write down my feelings of helplessness and insignificance. My fiancé and I are doing everything within our power to lower our risk of contracting COVID, but it isn’t enough. We are not safe. We are helpless to properly defend ourselves against an invisible virus that doesn’t discriminate. This is mainly due to the school district’s negligence. Maybe we’ll be the lucky ones. At this point, it’s up to chance to decide our fate. Perhaps the hardest part about all of this is that if we are seriously impacted by COVID, it won’t even matter. If either or both of us are out of work for weeks or months, develop serious complications or health conditions, rack up thousands of dollars in medical debt, have irreparable damage done to our bodies, or, yes, die, our lives will change or end forever, but the masses will go on unscathed. We will become nothing but a tiny blip in the many statistics. The privileged ones won’t bear our struggles. They will continue on, unchanged and unmoved, by human suffering.
September 13, 2020
It happened. We went back to school. Meaning we set the alarm, we picked out an outfit, and took our traditional photo outside - distanced with friends. And those friends walked into school for a hybrid model and we drove home. To the same space we have been in together for 6 months. SIGH. We chose a 100% virtual model for our 5th grader. First two days virtual were ok, and better than expected. The first few hours had me rethinking the whole process and wanting hire a homeschool teacher. Links wouldn't work, and it was hard to hear sometimes. That being said the teachers and students were pretty amazing. Patient, flexible, kind. So grateful for that. Second day was much better. However, without the walking to classes, school, lunch, all of that - its a much shorter day and leaves me thinking aside from a more organized virtual model than the last minute spring, I worry about my daughter losing our socially. We are ok, and we will be ok. But today my girl went outside and said "I just have to get out of this house! I thought with school it might be more cheery and light, but it's the same." We are so stagnant. But we have plans to go away with friends again in October and although it involves some self-isolation 2 weeks beforehand - we are all in!
September 13, 2020
Es complicado pensar en alegría en momentos así pero debo decir que me emociona iniciar una maestría en un par de semanas, también me alegra estar aprendiendo tantas cosas nuevas por todos los cursos y seminarios que abrieron en linea, me alegra que la vida se esta moviendo en una dirección diferente.
September 13, 2020
Major wildfires in our area pushed COVID temporarily to my back burner. We have very much limited the time we spend inside our home, or friends' homes, for socializing during the pandemic. This rule went out the window, as we first offered shelter to friends in our home, and then we ended up staying with a friend out of town. It felt strange to suddenly lower concerns about COVID, and bittersweet to let down my guard only because of another crisis.
September 13, 2020
Over the quarantine, one of the most challenging aspects was not seeing my mother while she was sick with the virus. I wanted to care for her and be by her side, but knowing that is the last thing to do with an infectious virus to spread it even more. I was restricted from helping and being with one of the people I loved most, and I could then see the fragility of life and the importance of spending meaningful time with your loved ones. Each hour and day she was sick, I wished to help her and talk to her. But with the circumstances, time is the only constant.
September 15, 2020
A gal was once set to retire; Thus, many a trip did desire, But COVID* appeared-- 'Twas just what she feared-- No travel would henceforth transpire.
September 16, 2020
Siento que me relajo inconscientemente con el pasar de los días, pero de un momento a otro aparece un nuevo positivo, o un muerto, o una oleada de hisopados. Ahí, es cuando caigo nuevamente en la realidad, aunque el tiempo parece avanzar "normal" la normalidad todavía está lejos. A veces me lavo las manos 20 veces al día, otros hasta me olvido de tomar el barbijo antes de salir por la puerta y no lo noto hasta ver a alguien usándolo, lo peor, a veces de todos esos a los que me cruzo no todos llevan el barbijo y tardo en reaccionar y volver por él. Yo me olvido ¿Ellos igual? ¿O solo no quieren cuidarse?
September 16, 2020
Los contagios se acercaron a mí familia. Trato de pensar que esos contactos con otros que fueron contactos estrechos de otros positivos no sean nada. Mi tío, mi hermano, su novia. Todos asustados al saber que existió un positivo tan cerca de ellos. Y nosotros, la familia con el corazón en mano pensando... Que no levanten fiebre, por favor. Es verdad que bien podrían ser asintomáticos, pero suena menos "trágico", al menos eso no duele ¿No?
September 16, 2020
This week was mostly filled with a mixture of digital and physical school. I think I'm starting to get used to the schedule and the protocols. Last week I had an inconclusive COVID test because of an inadequate sample (I didn't shove the q-tip far enough up my nose) so I was anxious about getting retested. I did it again and it came back negative, so that was good. Going forward I have to make sure that I put the test swab farther up my nose so I don't go through this again. Logically I knew nothing was wrong, but I was still anxious about it.
September 16, 2020
My wife and I were starting to think about having a second child around the beginning of the year. I wanted to make sure we had some things set up first (life insurance, etc.), and then the pandemic hit. We don't talk about getting pregnant anymore.
September 16, 2020
No tengo trabajo de tiempo completo. Estaba trabajando (galpón de fruta congelada), pero de un día a otro dejaron de llamarme con la excusa de la pandemia. Luego por un compañero de trabajo me enteré por que dejaron de llamarme, porque cuando me preguntaron si quería ir al campo a juntar fruta dije no. Cabe mencionar que teníamos que juntar en plena llovizna, con barro y frío, yo sabía que me iba a enfermar en esas condiciones y enferma no me iban a dejar entrar al galpón por reglamento sanitario así que dije "no, prefiero seguir en el galpón" y no volvieron a llamarme. ¿Para qué preguntan si la respuesta tiene que ser obligatoriamente sí? De hecho, ese día que algunos sí fueron a juntar, una chica se lastimó por las condiciones que ya mencioné, pidió pasar su lesión por la ART; la pasaron, pero a ella y las demás personas que fueron enviadas (empleados enviados por el sindicato rural) también dejaron de ser llamados. Al final, el problema no era la pandemia, es el imbécil del encargado de planta que te llama y te corre del trabajo cuando quiere, porque pedir pasar una lesión es un derecho, elegir una respuesta también, si no quería respuestas negativas o empleados heridos lo hubiera dicho y el sindicato rural tal vez le conseguía robots sin derechos humanos. Y ni siquiera es capaz de decírtelo en la cara, envía a una secretaria para que envíe un msj vía Whatsapp quién trabaja y quién no, si tenés suerte te llega un msj al privado, no al grupo donde estamos todos, pues claro, no todos estamos invitados a trabajar.
September 16, 2020
This is a picture of the dark orange sky last Wednesday because of fires in our area. This was taken in broad daylight, the streetlights were all still on and it was dark all morning and dim all day. Worst day of the pandemic for us so far because it just felt terrifying and wrong, like nuclear winter. Looking at the outdoors and nature is such a big part of how I'm getting through this terrifying time with the pandemic, the election and the threat of more years under Trump looming. How can anyone still deny climate change is real?
September 16, 2020
Because I'm employed by my university through the Federal Work Study program, when we all moved off of campus in March, I essentially lost my job because my work couldn't be done virtually. Though my university gave out a portion of the leftover work study money to each student, it was not nearly as much as I could have earned on campus through putting in actual work hours. This meant a loss of income for me and many other students who were forced to move out. Now, many students have virtual jobs and are able to make an income, but that loss has troubled many students and families that rely on student incomes. I am now able to work at least 10 hours a week, which is really great, so I can pay for living expenses and other things, but for some students, that money is an absolute necessity.
September 17, 2020
I wanted to get a job and start making enough money to compensate my partner's cost for adding me to her work place insurance after we got married. This year I wanted to marry her. And I can't. I cannot find a job, and I cannot marry her anyway without losing my insurance. So this year us just worthless to me.
September 20, 2020
When corona virus outbreak started, I was a senior in high school. At that very specific moment, I did not think or believe that it will take more than weeks in order for doctors to have fully control over it. Once the outbreak appeared in New York here, schools were told to close "temporary". My thoughts was never about anyone's well-being. Instead, thinking about senior activities that will be missed due to the pandemic. As the time goes by, more positive cases are coming out, it came clear that non of the senior activities will take place, even our graduation will be online. I was frustrated, furious and selfish. Because, I am the first person in my family to be attending college, and to make them proud of my accomplished, and graduating as second in my class with speech, I wanted them to watch me on stage. After awhile, I then realized that, the healthy of the nation, is far more important than any individualism. As a result, I put my personal feelings on side, and started to care about others. I did that, by offering to volunteer help my classmates whom were at the risk of not graduating on time, not having or knowing how to use technology adequately for online classes.
September 21, 2020
Temo por mi tío, un hombre adulto al borde de considerarse persona de riesgo pero que no puede dejar de trabajar como chófer de una empresa porcina. Temo por mi hermano, es joven pero es policía. Está al filo del peligro todos los días y ahora, también al peligro sanitario al tener que lidiar con personas irresponsables que no saben ni lavarse las ***** manos, ni son capaces de sacar un permiso correctamente. No los quiero enfermos, encima lejos, porque ninguno vive conmigo. Los quiero sanos.
September 21, 2020
Right now, it's affecting me tremendously. Interrupting my final football season and it's putting so much stress watching other universities play while we have to sit and watch. It's adding stress to my physical body because I am not able to go workout as I please with teammates.
September 22, 2020
No summer holiday, loss of self-employed income has left me with uncertainty and anxiety for months. A planned visit to New York to visit family has been cancelled. An uncle died in another country and because of the pandemic there was no funeral.
September 22, 2020