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Day 82 finds me battling a sick headache - which is not COVID related, so no worries on that front.
And..I'm not so sure it is epidemic central any longer. We're entering Phase #1 of the re-opening tomorrow. This means that manufacturing, construction, curb-side pick up, limited and at a specific appointed time - in store retail pick up, and more subways. Although G trains were going every 12 to 15 minutes during the crisis according to the notifications on my phone. Subways in NYC will continue to close down between 1 am and 5 am, which is kind of an adaption of European guidelines. This allows the trains to be thoroughly disinfected.
At 3 Am this morning, I woke up from a nightmare about the COVID virus, to the vertigo/sinus-tension headache from hell. The vertigo aspect lasted until 5:30 am. I finally was able to sleep from 5:30-9:30. Took a shower, had oatmeal (the idea of eggs was kind of naseuating), green tea, and did the worship service ZOOM.
The sinus-tension headache portion has lasted all day long, with me fending off the vertigo. ( Read more... )
This Morning's Zoom Church Service was our Annual Flower Communion - this honors a Czech Unitarian Minister who harbored refugees from the Nazis and spoke out against the Nazis in his church during WWII. He was captured and died in the concentration camps - but while there made music and provided hope. In his church they had a ritual in which people would offer flowers and place them on the altar as symbols of love and faith, at the end of the service, each person takes home a different flower than the one they brought.
For this service - which took place entirely online via Zoom, we were asked to send photos of flowers to the interim Minister, a black UUA minister. (Considering the scandal in the UUA church in 2019-2018 about the lack of POC in the UUA, it is a big deal that our church had its first black minister leading services particularly during this time.( Read more... )
A healthcare worker, who runs and works in a facility that helps the underprivileged with health care needs and services, stated during the service that it was as if we had all been sent to different planets.( Read more... )
After service, my headache lurking painfully in the background, I called my mother for our daily phone chat.
Mother: I don't understand why they are still protesting. How long are they going to be protesting - it's been over ten days.( Read more... )
In my Covid nightmare which I shared with my mother - I was going to see my friend Diana, and got there, and there was a huge party, and she came in focus wearing a beautiful mask and I realized I'd forgotten my mask, and I held up what seemed to be an oven mitt over my face. Then I got into a debate with these people trying to pull it away from me - they weren't wearing masks and they told me that I shouldn't be wearing one either. That's when I woke up to the room spinning, I remember lying there for a while wondering if would stop long enough for me to go to the bathroom, and get some meds.
Outside my window, it is a beautiful day. In the low seventies, with light fluffy clouds, and blue sky and a nice breeze. The trees a fervent green.
And the weekend such as it is has rushed past me, I've felt as if I've accomplished little within it - outside of raging at my own impotence.
I leave you with a picture of a flower...my own since I can't seem to grab one from my church... to which I offer up to Breonna Taylor - whose petition for Justice, I signed this past week.
And..I'm not so sure it is epidemic central any longer. We're entering Phase #1 of the re-opening tomorrow. This means that manufacturing, construction, curb-side pick up, limited and at a specific appointed time - in store retail pick up, and more subways. Although G trains were going every 12 to 15 minutes during the crisis according to the notifications on my phone. Subways in NYC will continue to close down between 1 am and 5 am, which is kind of an adaption of European guidelines. This allows the trains to be thoroughly disinfected.
At 3 Am this morning, I woke up from a nightmare about the COVID virus, to the vertigo/sinus-tension headache from hell. The vertigo aspect lasted until 5:30 am. I finally was able to sleep from 5:30-9:30. Took a shower, had oatmeal (the idea of eggs was kind of naseuating), green tea, and did the worship service ZOOM.
The sinus-tension headache portion has lasted all day long, with me fending off the vertigo. ( Read more... )
This Morning's Zoom Church Service was our Annual Flower Communion - this honors a Czech Unitarian Minister who harbored refugees from the Nazis and spoke out against the Nazis in his church during WWII. He was captured and died in the concentration camps - but while there made music and provided hope. In his church they had a ritual in which people would offer flowers and place them on the altar as symbols of love and faith, at the end of the service, each person takes home a different flower than the one they brought.
For this service - which took place entirely online via Zoom, we were asked to send photos of flowers to the interim Minister, a black UUA minister. (Considering the scandal in the UUA church in 2019-2018 about the lack of POC in the UUA, it is a big deal that our church had its first black minister leading services particularly during this time.( Read more... )
A healthcare worker, who runs and works in a facility that helps the underprivileged with health care needs and services, stated during the service that it was as if we had all been sent to different planets.( Read more... )
After service, my headache lurking painfully in the background, I called my mother for our daily phone chat.
Mother: I don't understand why they are still protesting. How long are they going to be protesting - it's been over ten days.( Read more... )
In my Covid nightmare which I shared with my mother - I was going to see my friend Diana, and got there, and there was a huge party, and she came in focus wearing a beautiful mask and I realized I'd forgotten my mask, and I held up what seemed to be an oven mitt over my face. Then I got into a debate with these people trying to pull it away from me - they weren't wearing masks and they told me that I shouldn't be wearing one either. That's when I woke up to the room spinning, I remember lying there for a while wondering if would stop long enough for me to go to the bathroom, and get some meds.
Outside my window, it is a beautiful day. In the low seventies, with light fluffy clouds, and blue sky and a nice breeze. The trees a fervent green.
And the weekend such as it is has rushed past me, I've felt as if I've accomplished little within it - outside of raging at my own impotence.
I leave you with a picture of a flower...my own since I can't seem to grab one from my church... to which I offer up to Breonna Taylor - whose petition for Justice, I signed this past week.
