#cw covid19

[pinkpossibly]

Is it just me or did the pandemic just fuck everyone up?

[16woodsequ]

So...yeah

[fictionkinfessions]

[matpatvoice] WELCOME TO GAME THEORY, WHERE WE THEORIZE THE EXISTENCE OF FICTIONKIN AND THEIR EFFECT ON THE LORE OF THE LATEST GAME

Ha! Jokes on you, I'm vaccinated!*

\* rabies, cooties, scooties, scurvy, covid 1 through 151 [yes I caught a Mew and yes she was under a truck], and never having seen a single glimpse of this 'matpat' thing!

Mod I Am Protected Cat!

[itsbansheebitch]

How Personal Life Experience Changes How you think

My grandpa is a conservative. He watches Fox News everyday and I have to listen to that shit from my room unless I can find some music to drown out the nonsense.

He's what you'd expect from a conservative with some key exceptions. He doesn't get the whole "transgender" thing, but he thinks vaccines should be mandatory.

Why would he think that? How did that happen? Well it turns out he lived through Polio and his brother had to be put in an iron lung

This is an iron lung. You get put in it when you get REALLY sick and the machine compresses your lungs at different intervals to help you breathe. My great uncle had to be in one of these because they didn't have the vaccine yet.

My grandpa might not be perfect, or even that great a guy, but he sees vaccines as a miracle. Get your vaccine.

If you're scared of getting your vaccine, ask your doctor questions. They want to help you, they can find the information for you. If you want to know what's in it and what the ingredients do, please ask. If you want to know how vaccines work in general (they all follow a similar formula because diseases work in a similar way, fundamentally speaking), please ask. Don't be afraid to ask questions. Please don't keep yourself in the dark because your worried about government conspiracies. Just ask questions.

Let this be a reminder that the average American is not blue or red alone. We are all varying shades of purple, even if the people meant to represent us don't see us that way. People learn, people grow. You just have to be patient.

[sophielovesbooks]

So... I haven't been sick since August. Everybody else seems to be, though. In many cases with Covid.

I'm going to an academic conference in early January. Or at least that's the plan. But of course I'll be seeing family over the holidays, going places, attending my friend's birthday party...

It feels inevitable that I'll catch Covid and miss the conference. In fact, I'd almost bet on it. And it's such a shitty feeling because I'm in this constant stage of vigilance and pessimism and ahhh. 😔😔😔 And it would be my first time actually presenting my own research at an international conference and I want to go so badly. But... we'll see, I guess.

[machidielontheway]

this weekend was choir getaway weekend and one of the chorist (who sits behind me when we're singing) learned just after getting there on saturday that her husband is tested positive covid....

why didn't you know he was going to be tested. couldn't you wait / be late one hour to do a self test before coming to a place with thirty people breathing in the same room for hours on end

she put a mask on but was not told to go back home and ok, it's one hour of travel back home, it was the beginning of the day, fiiiiiiine

she still ate without her mask on the big table lol. i specifically took a table as far from her as possible. also no info was given i knew she was contact case just because i asked one of her friend

thankfully she couldn't stay after the afternoorn (planned beforehand) so she left then and wasn't there on sunday. all the people she spent one hour in the drive on the morning without a mask were still here tho.

4. she is coming tonight to rehearsal and i'm like ????? if you're still contact case you're NOT supposed to come. it has been said MANY TIMES in the group whatsapp (yes there is communication problems in this choir.)

and i don't know what to do like. if she has a mask on at least she has it but she's not supposed to come. and if she has not a mask on.... like what do i do ? just go back home when everybody saw me come ???

also we had fucking annoying and long term changes at work we learned about and i'm not in a very good mood so i don't know what to do

like what do you when people don't have the decency to respect and distanciate ? do i just send her a message "hey i'm one of those poor fuckers that still try not to have covid/again, are you wearing a mask tonight ? do you not live with your husband ? do you know you're not supposed to come ?" fcking

she's super nice as a person but this right now is INFURIATING ME

[interstellar-ai]

"If we stop testing right now, we'd have very few cases, actually." - Donald Trump

[voiceintheblue]

Today I woke up. My sister is in the hospital. COVID, but the world no longer cares about that. COVID, but I can’t call out of work because my job abandoned their time off for the pandemic as soon as the government stopped requiring it. They’re a healthcare company. They produce catheters for angioscopy and atherectomy procedures. I could have the disease. I sat right across from her during her birthday dinner. I initiated the group hug after. One day later, my mother was calling me telling me she was in an ambulance.

This morning was Monday. I got in the car, the only one we have, and it didn’t start up the first time around. It said charging system malfunction. I thank the god I no longer believe in for letting it start up on the second try. I can’t afford a repair. I’m going to have to check the wires and drive belt myself, and pray it’s not the alternator. I don’t have a tool for that. I’m thousands of dollars in debt, and so is my wife. We’re happy that we can finally afford groceries on a mostly consistent basis. I wish that that mostly was more guaranteed.

Got to work. Confirmed with my boss that the medical device company I work for has indeed abandoned COVID time. If I want to take time off, I’m gonna have to use my vacation. I used up all my sick time for the last crisis. The last time I was sick I didn’t even bother to do that. I just came in. I mucked up all the cathetors with my virus-infected hands. The test said it wasn’t covid, but that was just a couple weeks before my sister came down with it. Again, we saw eachother. Across the table. We hugged. Close enough.

Of course, physical death isn’t enough. Apparently the universe has decided on a campaign of eradication against my soul. The man who I’ve been trying to build a stronger friendship with for the past year messaged me today. It was long enough that the message didn’t fit all at once on the screen. It was the kind of message you always are afraid to get when you see a notification ping.

It wasn’t anything unexpected. This is a situation that’s been ongoing. But he’s done with it. He says he’s not done with me, but his actions say otherwise. This is the first time he’s messaged me since the last message that didn’t fit on a single screen. The one where he called me a hyprocrite.

He wasn’t wrong. And I tried to apologize the right way. Recognize your wrong. Acknowledge you hurt them. Sincerely promise to not repeat. But nothing’s changed in the server he says.

But I’m confused. It’s not the server he called a hypcocrite. He hasn’t said any way the server needs to be different.

Just me.

So I’m pretty sure he’s just saying goodbye to me.

I can’t fight it though. He spent a week in a mental institution at the start of this year. Some days I wish I could do the same, but it would kill my wife. The last husband, the one who’s name she whispers in fear visited them often. I can’t do the same for the fear of becoming a reminder of that man.

I get another message. Dad, and my other sister, they have it too. The pandemic that’s over but also not really. The one everyone’s looking away from and pretending no longer exists. I’m worried because my Dad is diabetic. The same kind of Diabetic as my wife. It put them first in line for the original vaccines, and it puts them first in my mind as I try not to think about how life will be without my Dad. Or her.

She’s the only one I have left. I don’t think she knows the extent of that. How she was the first one to look at me, and not joke about it. The first one to love me honestly and genuinely. With her whole heart. I’m terrified one day I’ll get it from her. A message of several paragraphs. So long it doesn’t fit on the screen all at one time.

I don’t think she knows. I don’t think the cats know. I don’t think my sisters or mom and dad know how I’m hanging by a thread and barely holding on. The only reason I stay is because it would hurt them far more than it would save me. My cats wouldn’t understand why I’m no longer around to sneak them chicken from the one on sale my wife brought home. My wife wouldn’t understand how I could be just the same and as cruel as the man who’s name she whispers in fear. She would think it was her fault. She would call herself the cruel one. The one who was cursed. My sisters wouldn’t understand. “he was doing so well!” they would cry.

I’m doing so well.

Aren’t I?

My mother, I’m not entirely sure. She’s changed lately. For the good and bad. She’s let go of the eyes of others who drew her down. She’s become vibrant and cohesive. But she also seeks for answers in corners where they do not lie. She thinks for others when she should think for herself. She tries to drag and nibble at places where she does not belong. But it is an improvement, I suppose. From who she was before.

My father would be wounded most of all. He’s lost before. A shotgun blast, brains on the wall. Just a block away. He’d talked with him the night before. “He was my friend? Why didn’t he say a word?”

Because it’s not about you. It’s about getting away. I hurt. I don’t want to hurt any more.

I feel like a mite on the world of giants. Wars and plagues and gods. I want to nibble in my corner. Be loved and love others.

But it hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

[16woodsequ]

Thanks everyone for the kind words while I'm sick with covid. Once I have the energy i will reply!

[fictionkinfessions]

Canon signs?

Well, I always loved green, pink, and black. Whenever people asked me my favorite color I usually didn't know how to answer because I loved those 3 colors equally.

I always wanted pink eyes and loved the idea of having a ponytail (whenever I had long hair)

Man, this one is kinda sad: I never had friends growing up, and those that I did didn't really care about me, but boy oh boy did they have huge crushes on my brother (ironic considering my "friends" having crushes on my brother in canon.)

When 2020s COVID quarantine hit, it somehow felt familiar.

And my "yandere" tendencies I had as an edgy, cringy teenager was probably also a sign.

Guess who I kin.

x

[avantimedia]

वैश्विक महामारी कोरोना ने साल 2019 में अपना भयानक रूप दिखाकर कई परिवारों को खत्म कर दिया था। कोरोना संक्रमण ने जहां कई बुजुर्ग माता-पिता से उनके बु़ढ़ापे की लाठी का सहारा यानी की उनके बच्चे को ही छीन लिया। तो कई घर ऐसे से जिनके छोटे बच्चे अनाथ हो गए। जिनपर बीती है वो लोग आज भी करोना नाम से खौफ खाते हैं। लेकिन ऐसे में राहत की खबर भी सामने आ रही है। जिसमें विश्व स्वास्थ्य संगठन (डब्ल्यूएचओ) ने डब्ल्यूएचओ के महानिदेशक डॉ टेड्रोस अदनोम घेब्रेयसस ने शुक्रवार की देर शाम कोविड-19 और वैश्विक स्वास्थ्य मुद्दों पर बातचीत करते हुए मीडिया ब्रीफिंग के दौरान घोषणा करते हुए कहा कि-  “मैं बड़ी आशा के साथ कोविड-19 के विश्व से खत्म होने की घोषणा करता हूं. हालांकि, इसका मतलब यह नहीं होगा कि विश्व पर कोविड-19 का खतरा बिल्कुल नहीं होगा।”

30 जनवरी को आपातकाल घोषित कि गई थी वैश्विक महामारी

डब्ल्यूएचओ के महानिदेशक डॉ टेड्रोस अदनोम घेब्रेयसस के मुताबिक हम सब जानते हैं, दुनिया भर में हजारों आज भी इस महामारी के कारण जिंदगी से जुझ रहे हैं। लाखों लोग कोविड-19 के बाद की स्थिति के प्रभावों के साथ जी रहे हैं। गौरतलब है कि डब्ल्यूएचओ द्वारा ही साल 2020 की जनवरी में Covid-19 को वैश्विक आपातकाल घोषित किया था। टेड्रोस ने कहा, 30 जनवरी 2020 को अंतर्राष्ट्रीय स्वास्थ्य विनियमों के तहत अहम बैठक बुलाई थी, जिसमें आपातकालीन समिति की सलाह पर के आओधार पर ही मैंने कोविड-19 के वैश्विक प्रकोप हुए आपातकाल को घोषणा करा था। बीते 3 सालों में कोविड-19 ने हमारी दुनिया को पूरी तरह से पलट कर रख दिया है। डब्ल्यूएचओ रिपोर्ट की माने तो दुनिया में मौतों का आंकड़ा इतना ज्यादा रहा की अंतीम संस्कार और दफनाने के लिए भी जगह नहीं मिली।  

सार्वजनिक आपातकाल है अभी भी

दरअसल शुक्रवार को WHO द्वारा वैश्विक महामारी के रूप में घेषित की गई कोविड-19 महामारी अब खत्म हो गई है। एस बुरे दौर से गुजरने के बाद दुनिया में कोविड-19 से पीछे छुड़ाना बेहद ही चिंताजनक है। विश्व स्वास्थ्य संगठन WHO का कहना है कि यह अंतरराष्ट्रीय चिंता का विषय बना हुआ है। लेकिन विश्व स्वास्थ्य संगठन ने चेतावनी देते हुए कहा है कि कोविड-19 अंतरराष्ट्रीय चिंता का एक सार्वजनिक स्वास्थ्य आपातकाल बना हुआ है। 

क्या कहा डब्ल्यूएचओ चीफ ने?

डब्ल्यूएचओ महानिदेशक टेड्रोस अदनोम घेब्रेयसस का कहना है कि "कोविड-19 का खतरा अभी भी सार्वजनिक स्वास्थ्य पर बना हुआ है चिल न करें ...सतर्क रहें।" डब्ल्यूएचओ ने ये भी कहा है कि कोरोना महामारी अभी भी अंतरराष्ट्रीय संकट और आपात स्थिति है। विश्व स्वास्थ्य संगठन ने हालांकि ये भी स्वीकार किया है कि वायरस शायद एक संक्रमण बिंदु पर है, लेकिन इस संक्रमण के सावधानीपूर्वक और संभावित नकारात्मक परिणामों को कम करना जरूरी है।  

यह भी पढ़ें- 

यूपी सरकार ने निजी कृषि विवि के वीसी,निदेशक पर धर्मांतरण का हलफनामा किया दायर 

UP STF का खुलासा, विदेशों से मंगवाएं थे माफिया मुख्तार अंसारी के बेटे ने आर्म्स

[maddiviner]

I started scrying two months ago. I get really good results. Beyond colors and shapes. I see and hear full scenes. There is sometimes scent and I can interact. But I started coughing and had a fever and the test was positive for coronavirus two days ago. I don’t feel that bad though. I want to keep scrying but all books have said it's bad to scry if you’re sick. Is that true and is there a way around it? I have the shots but tested positive anyways.

Wow, that sounds cool, especially that soon! The experiences you’re having while scrying, I mean - not being sick, of course! Many people never get that level of detail, and I’d think you should be proud!

I’m not a medical person. This is a witchblr; I'm obviously not giving any kind of medical advice. Instead, I can tell you my thoughts on the occult side of things. I've also never had COVID19 myself. I have had brushes with severe respiratory viruses in the past, though.

Back in 2015, I got sick for a month. So did the rest of my family, after I caught some kind of virus on a transatlantic flight and carried it back to them. It wasn’t COVID19 of course, but it was bad…

If I were in your situation, yes, I would stop scrying until you’re feeling better. This (necessarily) isn’t for any arcane reason, but more because scrying requires a lot of effort. It’s better to spend that energy letting your body heal, particularly if you’re in pain or coughing a lot.

I don’t think this is ableist to say. There’s a huge difference between “You must be completely healthy to practice,” and “Maybe take a break while healing from a whole plague.” I’m suggesting the latter, not the former.

But the thing is, I’m not you. I’m not in your body, feeling the effects of this virus. You said you’ve got the jabs, so this is a breakthrough infection, right? I don’t know how severe your illness feels, or what you’re doing to take care of it. I can only say what I, personally, would do in your position.

I hope you’ll do what is best for you either way. My advice is to take a break, but again, I could be wrong. I hope this was helpful regardless. If anyone else has advice, feel free to chime in.

I tried to answer this question as fast as possible. I apologize if the answer is now irrelevant or something. I know that these things have different rates of recovery depending on all kinds of factors. I actually hope you’re already better, but if not, I wish you a speedy recovery.

[queerical]

[ID: Headline of Bloomberg article titled "Millions of US workers are still missing after the pandemic. Where did they go?". This is tweeted as a screenshot by Logan Dean (@L__Dean) with a caption reading "Is this a fucking joke?" /END ID]

[strudelbee]

pandemic psa 👀

x | x

[shadowkat2000]

Times Square New Years eve is most certainly going to result as a superspreader event

[arom1]

A Moment

A picture is a moment trapped in time. One second, one moment. A single snap. You could “blink and you’d miss it,” but instead it’s for the ages.

What happens in a moment?

A heart beats. An eye blinks. A tear falls.

Our eyes are locked, there’s him and there’s me and this moment.

The city fades around us, something that’s not easy. New Orleans will always carry on and she is not to be ignored. But today she fades into a glorious sunset, adding her subtle flair to our own festivities. The Spanish moss sways in the warm Leap Day breeze. Individual purple and green beads, a remnant of the festivities that cumulated just three days ago, find their way into each crack and crevice. The creaky floorboards and the peeling paint of walls built centuries ago tell their own story, but we’re not here to listen.

We’re here to cut the cake. There’s a bit of frosting on the end of your finger. Some in attendance may think that you’re the kind of guy to shove the frosting in my face, but you’re not that kind of asshole. Your eyes are love and joy and my smile is our vows swapped not an hour before. For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part.

What happens in a moment?

Five months forward brings something different. 62% oxygen and a call to the paramedics. For me, it’s a blur but for him, it’s forever.

The ambulance door slammed shut and we drove away and left him standing alone in the road, early on a Wednesday morning. I don’t know how long he stood there in the road with Vulcan looming overhead. I don’t know how long he sat in silence. I don’t know if he went back to sleep. I don’t know if he’s slept well, since.

I had the easy part.

My aunt brings up some photos that he’s gathered together and my care team tapes them to the walls of my ICU fishbowl for me to see: A photo of our cat, a selfie of my aunt and my mom, a photo of my husband and friends, and the photo of us cutting our wedding cake.

The ghosts in the photos within the photo dare me to join them. I don’t.

Instead, I let myself visit that day and that moment, and whether due to the drugs, lack of oxygen, or both, the beeping machines and unintelligible speech of the ICU swirl into oblivion and I swear I can hear the faint flow of the Mississippi River while our song plays me into the abyss, “I need you so much closer.”