No pude escribir la semana pasada porque estuve muy enferma. Me diagnosticaron linfedema en ambas piernas, pero la izquierda estaba peor. Me asusté mucho porque la piel exudaba agua, dejaba un charquito de agua al tener la pierna suspendida en algún lugar. Tuve que buscar asistencia médica, pero no llevé a mi mamá para evitar que se contagiara. He buscado lugares de atención médica con mucha ventilación y pocas personas para evitar la creciente ola de coronavirus que ataca el país. Tenemos 2000 casos diarios en el país. La buena noticia es que mi mamá recibió la segunda vacuna de Astrazeneca. Dentro de unas semanas estará con mayor protección.

La recuperación del linfedema ha estado dura. Tenía agua hasta en los pulmones. Hay días que me duele respirar. La mala noticia: tenía un trabajo contra el tiempo que no he podido realizar por estos problemas y la entidad se niega a suspender mi contrato. Una pelea que terminará mal. Supongo que esa es la ventaja de los países desarrollados: te enfermas, te suspenden, tienes buena atención médica y no tienes que pelearte con tus empleadores. De balde decir que estoy cansada, duermo hasta 11 horas. Y pensar que antes tenía insomnio. El médico que me atendió me dijo que no puedo vacunarme.

Mi hermano y su pareja ya fueron llamados para vacunarse, lo harán mañana. Mi prima, de 33 años, se vacunó hoy porque abrieron esa posibilidad para funcionarios públicos. Esta prima tuvo una nena de forma prematura, el 11 de julio. La atendieron en un hospital público y le salvaron la vida tanto a ella como a la bebé. Un excelente trabajo. Tengo que decirlo y agradecerlo. La bebé está en una incubadora en ese hospital. Todos deseamos fervientemente que logre crecer y quedarse.

Something worrisome now is we are having a drought and a heat wave. Weve gone from a state of emergency of the pandemic to replacing it with wild fires. The province is on fire right now … a whole town burnt down s week ago.i tell you its been one thing after another this last 18 months.

All the bad things going on:

1. Overdose crisis

2. Covid pandemic

3. Terrible smoke in august 2020 due to wildfires in California, Washington and Oregon

4. Moths by the 1000’s

5. Drought in July 2021

6. BC Wildfires in 2021

Its bad having to deal with so many things at once.

- I think we had an opportunity to know more about ourselves, reflect on our lives ...

Home?

Post pandemic?

Grandchildren are in mind

We paint long distance

Sent an easel

Each new painting

Sent to us

Wallpapers

The home in my heart!

The years of early motherhood prepared me for isolation. I was the only stay-at-home-mom in my neighborhood, and my husband worked full-time. I often spent 8-10 hours alone, without speaking or interacting with other people. I became very depressed.

In that way, the isolation of lockdown felt familiar, so I know how to keep busy with projects at home. I also have my husband and son (now 21) at home with me, so even though i can't see friends or go anywhere, at least I'm not entirely alone.

History books will have various accounts about this pandemic period. If you are reading a political history book, it got Biden elected. If the book writer is from the health profession, this period is one of the most devastating catastrophes in terms of human life. In an economic book, it is the cause of the near collapse of the economies of most countries in the world. If the writer is a religious fanatic, the writer will say that we are being punished by God.

In my view, the book should include the following: 1) history of the origin of the the pandemic, particularly how it started and spread to the entire world, 2) the reaction of world leaders, the policies and procedures they took, 3) controversies of world leader actions, 4) responses of people all over the world - much like what this journal documents, 5) what it took to eradicate the pandemic.

I hate COVID.

The UK lifted the social distancing at the same time cases are rising and parties are happening and track and trace is going crazy.

Someone told me that they went to a party hosted by an Embassy and it was as if COVID didn't exist anymore. No masks. No distancing. And getting 'pinged' was normal -- the ambassador in the end was unable to attend because of that.

And here I am in the heat, wearing a mask when I am close to people and when I go into any store. I am watching the news and fearful again about my family catching the Delta variant, as some are vulnerable. I am scared for myself as someone who wants to also get pregnant. I am scared for humanity in general.

I know the last two years have been hard, they have been hard for me too. But I also want to be safe. I also don't want to worry about my family. I want to be able to see them....

A lot. To be honest, this has been the worst year of my life, even worse than the first year of pandemic. We should be having winter vacation by now, enough time to do something just a little bit different that we don't have time to do on normal days. But everything is still a mess, we had a lot less break time due to the days we had lost by the beginning of the year of quarantine. I just feel exhausted and totally not ready to get back to my daily duties

I feel more burned out after going on vacation than I did before. Now that we're back in town, we're making it a point to get ahold of vaccinated babysitters and do more fun things as a couple. Who knows how long we'll feel safe to do anything?

The delta variant is very worrying, and I just can't wait until my son can be vaccinated. We'll never be able to "unclench" completely until that happens.

I'm still going to the gym, even though I'm less confident than I was before that it's entirely safe. The benefits of getting out and working up a sweat have just been so great, I don't want to give it up.

My employer just announced that we'll need to provide proof of vaccination in order to come in to the office, and I think that's great. The key to getting as many people vaccinated as possible is to make not-doing it harder than doing it.

Our numbers are still low, but slowly ticking up. I can't bear the thought that we could have a third wave.

After what feels like a brief reprieve, cases are going up again. I feel bad about taking things away from my child that he's gotten used to, like going to the public pool and going inside the library. I will have to have a talk with my partner about what our threshold is. It's depressing that the door opened a little and now it is closing again.

The virus was not a major factor again this week, similar to last week. Our numbers in the area continue to stay low and are not increasing. Covid-19 is not really a concern to me personally. I have had both shots and feel quite safe in most situations. That being said, I still wear a mask when shopping or when in large groups. Canada will open our borders in a few weeks to American visitors who are fully vaccinated. Based on what is happening in many areas of the US, I worry that the reluctance that so many Americans have to the vaccine and belief that the entire pandemic is a hoax could create more issues for Canada. I'm concerned unvaccinated Americans will attempt to cross the border. This week my focus is still on the wildfires in our province. Right now, the wildfire crisis feels much worse than the height of the pandemic. Fires have the potential to create a much larger disaster than Covid-19 did at its peak. There is not going to be a vaccine for climate change. The fires have been emotionally draining on my family with concerns over loss of life, homes, evacuations, and disruption of our lives. I know the pandemic is the focus of the journal but for me Covid-19 isn't a concern for me. Hopefully, Covid-19 remains off my radar. The wildfires are causing enough stress.

I am mostly feeling worried and confused about the delta variant.

The biggest news this week was the climate conditions of drought, wild fires, and floods. I hope we all wake up soon and realize that we need to live in harmony with nature and not greedily deplete all the natural resources and destroy it by lifting sanctions for big companies so they can feel free to pollute.

Seeing 2 billionaires fly to the moon this week got me thinking about how much damage they caused by the resources used to accommodate their desires.

The coronavirus has been going on in Korea since February 2020. This period is too long. My family and most people around me, including me, hope it ends soon. I am so overwhelmed by the restriction of activity.

Coronavirus is a blue virus. My mind is getting depressed. So do the others. At times like this, families and people often need to communicate and solidify.

Según los noticiarios han incrementado los casos de Covid y Covid-Delta en varios lugares del mundo. Me tiene muy inquieta el hecho de que mis familiares más cercanos vivan en riesgo. El desgaste emocional ha hecho que la gente se cuide menos y no siga las medidas básicas de prevención. La pregunta sigue siendo ¿Cuándo acabará esto?

This week I wanted to relax and watch the sunset from the window. Sometimes I stress over my youth days not being as exiting and fun as my parents once did.

Another death in my extended family due to covid

I am glad to see the funds being distributed to non-rich families with children, even though it doesn't impact me personally.

I guess the government action that impacted me personally the most was the actual distribution of the vaccine to the states, because the Former Guy hadn't really put much in place for that part. The current Administration fixed that. And I got vaccinated months before I expected to. I may be worried right now about the rising case numbers, percent positives, hospitalizations, and variants. I may be anxious that being vaccinated raises my chance of being an asymptomatic carrier of one of those variants. But at some point, I was going to get exposed - this virus is just out there, and I have to be with people from nearly a hundred other households in a big building on a near-daily basis if I want to earn a living. At least now I'm not defenseless. I may not ever even know I got exposed to it.

1. I think the coronavirus pandemic affected me in many ways. During the pandemic, I was working 12-to-16-hour shifts as a 911 dispatcher. There was no staying home and no working from home. We had a lot more domestic violence calls and a lot more suicidal subject calls. It was all the effects of the pandemic. I loved my dispatch job but when the pandemic first started, I became very ill. I can recall getting so physically sick whenever I would get to work or whenever I would leave my house. I did not think much of it. I even went to the doctor asking her what she thought it could be. She decided that it was a sensitivity to food. I asked her if it could be stress related since I was feeling more uneasy about leaving my house and she did not believe it was that. I continued to work but it was hard to focus on work when I felt so sick to my stomach every time I went to work. Shortly after it was my mental health that began to struggle. I was working more 16-hour shifts than ever before. I did not mind the shifts I was working with, but it began to take a toll on me. I felt trapped. I felt like it was something I could not get out of. This was such a dream job for me, and I could not think of leaving but something had to give. I was working more shifts because we had so many female workers off on maternity leave. The co-worker I was covering for went off on maternity leave in May and as the months went by, it did not seem like she would be returning to work. I was hoping people would step up and help with the enormous amount of overtime there was but not too many people wanted to help. From that, it caused me to work so many hours. I knew whenever I would get a text it would be from a shift leader ordering me for overtime. I did not have to even read it anymore. I knew what it would be, and I would just break down and start crying. While this was going on, my best friend who was on my shift, and who was pregnant, tested positive for COVID. I was with her for well over 12 hours face-to-face. I began feeling sick with a dry cough, nasal congestion, chills, and an awful headache. I let my PCP know and she told me I needed to be tested. I let my director know and he got so angry with me that he hung up on me after telling me I needed to tell him when I tested negative. It was my work weekend (Friday through Sunday) and he removed me from the schedule. I did not ask for that. I just wanted him to know what was going on. When I finally tested negative, he ordered me to come in for my shift and to cover the overtime. I was still very sick and had just been in contact with someone who was positive, but I guess no quarantining for dispatchers.