Tears for what’s to come. As tears fall, the fingers grasping my heart unfurl one by one, yet the tension creeps in again.
The president says we don’t need that many ventilators, any more tests, or so much protective equipment.
The vise squeezes, and it can’t be good for my heart.
Breathe. Then breathe some more. Meditate. Spend lengths of time after exercising near the creek. Wisps of green are beginning to appear for those who look for it. Grass is greener. Birds sing the most lovely melodies for our entertainment.
The more viral load you are exposed to, the sicker you become. Front line workers are exposed daily to endless amounts. And our young health care workers are dying. More volunteer to come help New York City.
These are heroes. So too are workers in grocery stores, and all other essential workers too numerous to name.
Tears for what’s to come. The staggering amount of ventilators needed is 760,000. One company says it will have 50,000 by April’s end, past the peak for New York City. So many across our nation will die because we lack medical equipment.
And the fault lies at the feet of the only person with the power to acquire it. But he keeps saying we don’t need it.
Tears of mourning, grief, and a horrific sadness for what’s to come. Beneath my rage for the imbecile in power who is not using that power for good…. is sadness. A sadness so deep it wrenches viscerally at my heart. Can’t he hear the screams for help?