"GREETINGS FROM ATLANTA”
It's 3 am. I awake to find my 2 1/2-year-old daughter had crawled up into arms at some point in the night. I turned over in bed to look again at the clock. I begin to perform the calculations "if I fall asleep by 'X' I will get 'Y' amount of sleep before work." 1 hr 45 mins max. Then I realize I have called out already. My daughter was exposed to Covid-19 at school by her teacher. 3 days ago the teacher and all students were ejected from the class for 14 days. Quarantined. No daycare, besides my wife and I. I am a nurse by trade, my wife also works in Healthcare. Who is to say I am any more or less exposed or positive than my daughter is right now? I become aware that I am holding my breath contemplating my daughter. I know this because the CPAP I am wearing, is violently trying to force air into my nostrils - a humidified pressurized high flow cloud of potentially aerosolized airborne-stable COVID -19. I am faced with a new calculation How long had my child been in my arms? How much of a viral load could she have received? I push her into the middle of the bed between my wife and I. I turn off the CPAP and sit on the edge of the bed. I will get up. Knowing the chance of sleep is gone. The symptoms of non-illness now rival those of an illness. -TM.
Sent to chanm. She wanted a "Greetings from Postcard..." and something typical of my country. I had the perfect card.
I am actually back on postcrossing. I finally deactivated my facebook account. Maybe at some point I can actually delete it. I will try and watch that Social Dilemma program everyone has been raving about. Maybe that will finally get me to delete the account rather than treating it like a credit card I can not get rid of because its the credit card I have the most credit history with. I am looking at you discovercard.com with your 20.99% self.