CARIIS
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Think of a beef stew simmering on the stove for two weeks!
Has any anchor during all this, displayed any compassion or kindness, any concern or caring to any of the people who are going through this. Lets pretend what follows is happening to one of us.... I dont feel good, I certainly would not find having to be put in a space suit, running a fever, feeling achy, a helpful experience.
Then I have to walk around, crawl into ambulance with all this on me I am already pooped.
It would make things worse for me. Then I have media lights, emergency vehicles (15 of them) flashing blue and red lights, helicopters, people, everywhere, gawking at me, Sirens blaring.
When I do not feel good I am fond of quiet. Stillness.
Would be kinda overwhelming if I was feeling great. Then with the world watching, I walk into the ambulance feeling horrible, then have this long ride, with helicopters flying over me, being asked millions of questions during the assessment in the ambulance,, being told all kinds of confusing information, while the whole time I just watched someone die from the same illness I have.
Now I am pooped- get into the hospital, everyone around me is walking around in martian suites, asking more questions, rolling me around getting me into a martian room that makes me feel like a leper. I am exhausted, tired, scared, feel like crying, could use a hug, and everyone is quietly scared to dealt of me- like I an a cootie..
Having to talk to or listen to everybody who in reality, is the same thing as a prison communication room with thick glass, hard to understand, and they are asking me to remember every darn thing I did for the last week, where I walked, did I go to the bathroom near my bridal shop, did I touch the dress lady. if so how long, did I cough on the place, what direction did I turn my head when I coughed, how many people were around me on the flight, do you know there seat numbers, did you lean into someone on the flight, did you use more than one bathroom, did you urinate in the airport, what bathroom did you use .
How would she use her cell phone??
And from the beginning media makes it like everyone is lying? even though it increases the likelihood of me dying in a gruesome manner. NO final hug with loved ones? -IMO it is just mean, not logical and, sorry moronic IMO
I have not heard one news person have any compassion .....................it says something about America, IMO, and what it is saying??................
Oh, how do you take someone temperature when the suffering individual is wrapped up like saran wrap??
While I am in the state of mind! Bridal shop thatch all about peoples ha[pp time. What are all these brides to be to do if they are scared to go in there go some where else, what about $$$?
How, as a nation did we totally lose any caring for one anther ----------- THAT is scary.....
Where did we go? -Where are we??
OK OK feel a bit better TY you guys
Has any anchor during all this, displayed any compassion or kindness, any concern or caring to any of the people who are going through this. Lets pretend what follows is happening to one of us.... I dont feel good, I certainly would not find having to be put in a space suit, running a fever, feeling achy, a helpful experience.
Then I have to walk around, crawl into ambulance with all this on me I am already pooped.
It would make things worse for me. Then I have media lights, emergency vehicles (15 of them) flashing blue and red lights, helicopters, people, everywhere, gawking at me, Sirens blaring.
When I do not feel good I am fond of quiet. Stillness.
Would be kinda overwhelming if I was feeling great. Then with the world watching, I walk into the ambulance feeling horrible, then have this long ride, with helicopters flying over me, being asked millions of questions during the assessment in the ambulance,, being told all kinds of confusing information, while the whole time I just watched someone die from the same illness I have.
Now I am pooped- get into the hospital, everyone around me is walking around in martian suites, asking more questions, rolling me around getting me into a martian room that makes me feel like a leper. I am exhausted, tired, scared, feel like crying, could use a hug, and everyone is quietly scared to dealt of me- like I an a cootie..
Having to talk to or listen to everybody who in reality, is the same thing as a prison communication room with thick glass, hard to understand, and they are asking me to remember every darn thing I did for the last week, where I walked, did I go to the bathroom near my bridal shop, did I touch the dress lady. if so how long, did I cough on the place, what direction did I turn my head when I coughed, how many people were around me on the flight, do you know there seat numbers, did you lean into someone on the flight, did you use more than one bathroom, did you urinate in the airport, what bathroom did you use .
How would she use her cell phone??
And from the beginning media makes it like everyone is lying? even though it increases the likelihood of me dying in a gruesome manner. NO final hug with loved ones? -IMO it is just mean, not logical and, sorry moronic IMO
I have not heard one news person have any compassion .....................it says something about America, IMO, and what it is saying??................
Oh, how do you take someone temperature when the suffering individual is wrapped up like saran wrap??
While I am in the state of mind! Bridal shop thatch all about peoples ha[pp time. What are all these brides to be to do if they are scared to go in there go some where else, what about $$$?
How, as a nation did we totally lose any caring for one anther ----------- THAT is scary.....
Where did we go? -Where are we??
OK OK feel a bit better TY you guys
