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Record Breaker Day for Tennessee!

 


Today was supposed to be a special day. We're all feeling a bit cooped up and had planned a picnic out in a park. The kids (young adults) are all laid off and I'm one of those vulnerable people our president and other leaders are willing to sacrifice for the sake of our already failed economy. Being stuck in limbo with all these stressors can get overwhelming. So, yes, we had planned a picnic that never ended up happening. 

The weather decided to play some tricks so I awoke with my allergies flaring, which that can be alarming in a Covid surge area. My youngest, Kyle, awoke and came downstairs with swollen eyes, his allergies were flaring, too. The day, itself, has been off and on dreary - all of which made it a prime environment for someone like me to be in pain. 

Justin, my eldest, didn't seem too disappointed that he wouldn't be required to rush around to get ready...the plans- just fell apart. I grabbed my heating pad and laptop for the daily brush-up-on -the -news portion of my day. It was either that or work on battling yet another property management company on all the things they've failed to follow through on. I chose the news, for now. 

I was still reeling from the evening before - suffering through a debate and listening to lies being spewed by a man that every time I see him on television I hear, in my head, "Grab em by the pussy," and as my stomach churns. Yes, he has that effect on many sexual assault survivors. 

Yesterday evening I had a last minute quick little visit on my front porch, Covid safe, with a younger friend who also happens to be a survivor. She's facing a lot in her day to day world as well as having the life she's walked remind her it is time to look at the lessons she was unknowingly learning.  Tonight I will be having a similar conversation with yet another young woman who happens to be a survivor. She lives in another state so it will be a video call. These interactions help me and I hope them as well. It is important that all of us know we're not alone in our fears, our tears and our goals. 


Taking in my days I started scrolling through my timeline and sure enough Shelby County (Memphis and surrounding area) had over 200 new cases and more deaths. A little while later the State of Tennessee numbers were released and they were stunning. It was a record breaking day here in the deep red State of Tennessee, 3606 new cases and 65 new deaths - both numbers shattering records.  Lovely. 

Sixty-five families grieving a loved one's passing. Not only will their death mark an end to a story, none of us will never really know the domino effect their passing will have on those family members....one less parent for the children? And, maybe it was the only active parent in their lives?  The main breadwinner is now gone and with them went, perhaps, the family's health insurance. We see a number, we might see an obituary or two, they live the reality and overnight here in Tennessee we can now add 65 more families to the list. 

If it was me who had passed, my boys would lose out on having one of their parents active in their future  lives. Watching my own sons go without that kind of presence, after my parents died and my ex went to prison for his crimes against us, I don't want to leave them like that -I cried too many nights for them when they were that grandchild. 

Yes, we will never know the true impact on those 65 families and all of the others. 

As for those 3606 new cases, well, think about - all those people had bad news and new fears to deal with yesterday, fears that one day their tally might end up in that death column...or perhaps, someone they love will because they exposed them without knowing they're were shedding the virus. 

Think about your worries should you have been the one to receive that call.

After taking in all of that I went and took a look to see what my elected officials were up to,

and once again Senator Marsha Blackburn didn't disappoint, she was posting divisive propaganda and ignoring the fact her constituents were breaking death records. 

Yeah, well, thus far, that's been my day. 

Be well. 




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