I may be wrong—correction or corrections welcome if I am—though I assume Bitter Sweet is expressing her disappointment concerning cross-contamination in regard to the spread of SARS-CoV-2. If so, I agree with her. My patience is running thin too. Most people are slow to learn, hesitant to learn, perhaps ignorant, or worse, indifferent to the process in which allows microorganisms to transfer from one substance or object to another, with harmful effect.
Melodramatic of me, perhaps, however I cannot help but empathise, in 2020, with Pieter Bruegel the Elder, & the chaos depicted in his 1562 oil panting 'The Triumph of Death'. That said, there's much to do on this day. Many i's require dotting, many t's require crossing, & weights will not lift themselves. This is no time to feel overcome with disenchantment, nor powerlessness *cues Alan Silvestri's Predator suite to kick-start this MOFO, as the devil makes work for idle hands.
Me - Hey Siri, airPods, battery status Siri - Your airPods are at 99%. You're looking mighty green. Me - *feels like I've caught myself in a bathroom mirror, at some dodgy party, & 17 all over again.
I just got a 19 minute run. At the end of June I started in 1 minute (with dizziness), today my only problem was from minute 17 due to physical fatigue. Very happy, I hope I can reach 25 minutes soon.
On Friday my uncle died and today was his funeral. He was the other member of my family who also had Meniere, I am sad because not only did he die young (69 years old) also because I was hopeful that if what I am trying now works for me, I would tell him so that he try too. In my head I was hoping that I would find a solution in less than 10 years for both of us. Now I am left alone in this fight.
Condolences sent for the loss of your uncle, Ivan. You're not alone, however, as you've got a supportive group of people right here. ::virtual hugs sent your way::
Can we all just agree that hanging a mask on one ear—when wearing it over your nose & mouth isn't required or necessary—has become a fashion statement/social cue of sorts? Similar to, for example, the 80's trend of employing only one of two trouser, or overall suspenders so to advertise casualness? I’m here advertising my work ethic, notice my overalls? However I'm just socialising at the moment, so I’ll just release one of the two suspenders of my trendy denim overalls so people are aware of as much. Or in the case of draping a mask off one ear 'hey, I'm just hanging out with a mask hanging off one ear in an attempt to signal my emotional resilience to others—that despite these stressful times I remain super caszh.
Response to 1)I remember when the above was employed as a signal amongst the Bloods/Crips. And bandanas, oh yes, the ubiquitous bandana will live forever! In fact I have an AMAZING stock tip: red/blue cloth. Invest now, but hurry. It's going slow. Response to 2)Anyone else observed such behavior more in Generation X? I know I have. I've not noticed the one ear loop, but living in a college town, seeing alot of, "I'm not at risk/don't care if I get sick/don't care about anyone but myself, so I'll rebel by only covering my mouth."
Here in Victoria, Australia, the mask over mouth only age range seems to lean more so towards the 18 - 25 year old bracket, which is, if I remember correctly, roughly the period spanning 3 - 4 years either side of the Y - Z border. Anecdotally, it appears that the likelihood of any one Victorian demographic to either wear a mask over their mouth & not their nose, to wear their mask under their chin (covering neither their mouth nor their nose), or to not wear a mask at all while in public (which has been mandatory here for months) falls almost perfectly inline with AU's drink driving by age & occupation statistics—which makes sense. That said, the anti-mask protests here consist predominately of X-er's & younger Boomers.
Prior to this pandemic, my 'Ms Fix-It Dryer Balls' were just, well, they were just run-of-the-mill dryer balls. Now, however, they're undeniably macroscopic, blue green coloured viruses, waiting patiently in my laundry to infect an unsuspecting, & astronomically large animal. Possibly an Argentinosaurus, or something equally as large.
I have an entire coffee table book entitled 'Comments I Did Not Post On The Internet'. Every time I add to it, its swollen spine creaks & I hear Christopher Hitchens’ voice say "the grave will supply plenty of time for silence", & I'm left wondering whether or not this bloated book is evidence of my success, or evidence of my failure. Perhaps it's evidence of both.