annanotbob2's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- March 29th Day 18 Fuck. In Madrid, where I have friends, they're now saying that anyone over 65 who gets the virus won't get a respirator but will be eased into dying peacefully as they don't have enough for everyone. Here, facebook is flooded with requests from local NHS for scrubs, masks and now camp beds for staff to sleep on as they can't go home between shifts. I'm going to give them mine tomorrow. Apparently we're only now about to enter the peak stage here, with the biggest numbers ill and dying, as we're now two weeks ahead of the time we should have been isolating, when in fact people were still going to pubs and what have you, passing it around when they didn't know they had it. So right now, despite doing a fantastic 5Rhythms session this morning, which left me blissed out and dozing in a chair, followed by a restful afternoon and a live yin yoga class this evening, right now I feel like shit. I have that lump in my throat and cold dread in my belly. I was going to write about how we don't know if we'll make it through this, any of us, so we maybe should be getting our houses in order, making wills, writing letters for our children to find. But I can't face it. Daughter has a massively high temperature again. Unbearable, but has to be borne.
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