SilverDollar123 wrote:How is Utah& your city handling the earthquake&virus? RAS
They're still talking about it on the news, now about the damages to buildings. Some downtown buildings lost some stonework, for instance the Rescue Mission had a retaining wall made of cinder blocks on the roof. That all came down. A blessing that the sidewalks were empty due to the voluntary self-isolation that is taking place. The epicenter of the quake was in the west end of the valley, about four miles from Magna which got the brunt of structural damage. Every now and then on Facebook you'll see a picture of a home that is deemed unlivable. Which hello? We're being told to stay home and what do they do, if their home was destroyed?
We had 160 aftershocks, several of which we felt here on the east side. My older daughter who lives further west felt all of them. Her two year old boy told her to stay in her room where she would be safe. awwww. She said the most alarming thing was the sound, like a freight train rushing through their back yard. And all day long, with aftershocks, feeling wobbly and wondering if every little thing was one. I felt one aftershock on the second day after the earthquake. That is, I was in chat with work people at my home work station, and the coworker who I was chatting with lives near Magna. I felt this very minor wobble and his post at the same time "aftershock"...I wouldn't have known it was an aftershock but now every time I jiggle my computer chair I think it's an aftershock. That wobbly stuff of the aftershocks is very alarming.
My son and his family live in Magna and had no power for a day. He was driving to work when it hit and he thought he'd gotten a flat...started fishtailing and stuff. When we talked, he was on his way back home to be with his family. But their home had no damage thank God. My younger daughter and her partner had some stuff fall off shelves and by mid afternoon they were here, because it was sort of freaking them out. Heh we ended up playing a game of Karma which was fun. I'm so glad they came over. I fixed dal and rice that everyone enjoyed.
So, minor structural damage, a couple of injuries in the form of like a scrape on the leg when someone dived under his table, etc, and no fatalities. There is a very cool image making the rounds on FB showing the ripple of aftershocks spreading out from the UT earthquake over the whole continent of North America. VERY cool and so interesting as you can see the ripple effect, just as if someone tossed a stone in a pond.
Now on to my emotional state. I did end up going in for the PT job. When I got there, I went in the breakroom and scrubbed my hands, then filled up my jug with ice and my traveling mug with hot water for tea. On my way to the cubicle I had selected, I grabbed a couple of disposable wipes. Scoured the entire surface of everything: mouse, keyboard, under the keyboard, the entire desk, the arms of the chair. Then I went to the restroom and washed my hands again. Then I stayed in that cubicle for the entire time, including my 15 minute break. I ate a peanut butter and honey samwich right there, during my break. Okay, all that to say I kept as safe as I could for myself. I am going to fashion a face mask from paper towel to protect others, when I have need to be out to the store again (which I don't anticipate needing for at least two weeks, maybe a month...we are SUPER well stocked at home)
This PT job is captioning telephone conversations for the hard of hearing. It is SO boring, but it pays okay, enough to help pay down some debt faster. What I do is say out loud what I hear on one end of a conversation, word for word. There is one topic right now, which is okay except it is frustrating as HELL to have people telling each other faulty information. I can't modify it in any way, so when Maria says "Nope, even if they develop a vaccine, I'm not going to take it. Poison in my body? no thanks"
but I have to just say exactly what she says. grrrr.
Oh heh. ON Friday they gave me my traveling papers. Imagine a WWII movie, set in a town that has been occupied, where people must present their permission papers to the armed guard in order to get to their destination. Yes, THAT kind of papers. Because this is a communications job, it is considered "essential personnel" and the FCC created a document on Homeland Security letterhead for me to present when we are in lockdown "except for essential work" ... so the imagination runs to what it must be like to be under martial law. And then I see some statement on the internet about how Anne Frank and seven other people had to live in complete silence in a 450 sq ft attic to avoid being detected by the Nazis who came in whenever they wanted to arrest Jews and I think what am I griping about.
Well anyway, last night when I got off the clock, I looked at FB where there was an article about the course of the illness...a nurse in Italy or something. It started up some tears, and I cried for part of my way home. Prayed some. Stopped at the store on my way where the bananas were completely gone, and my foot hurting SO much. But I had some light gardening gloves in the car which I put on my hands to avoid contact with the contaminated shopping cart. No one in that store had face masks on. When I went in for rice at the Asian market, all the workers there had face masks and I should've. But at my quick stop off at the store last night, I got what I needed, my feet screaming in pain. And when I got home, Wylie was peeved because he had texted me about picking up some pretzels and I didn't see the text message and I just started crying. Slammed a door that shouldn't EVER be slammed because our stained glass panel is attached to it. No damage done, but that didn't make Wylie any happier. We did make up...he gave me a huge hug and I cried on his shirt, and he went to bed. I followed him about an hour later, after I had wound down enough to sleep.
But then I woke up and everything is still the same, except the post I read from a friend with people in Italy, who texted her to say "It doesn't matter what they say about your job. Don't go to work. PLEASE"
And I have a freezer full of food, a pantry with REALLY full shelves, a 10# of potatoes, two 5# of rice, some beans, some lentils, bread even. When I turn the faucet, clean running water comes out. And here I sit, all panic stricken and feeling bad for my son and his family, for my daughter who is worried about her little one if her and her hubby both get sick, and my daughter who (used to) work in a theater and her partner who works at a ski resort that is closed until further notice...it's too much. I"m letting it get to me.
I'd go for a long walk if my FREAKING FOOT wasn't in agony. Dammit.
*breathe*
after all 80% of people who are exposed to SARS CoV 2 have mild symptoms (which means "the worst chest cold you've ever had") and they say many people are exposed and asymptomatic. I have a really strong immune system, and am eating food that keeps my gut healthy...where T cells are formed...so I am almost for sure not going to get sick. But yes, I am going to make a face mask and stop breathing out in places where less strong people might be.
And I maybe will quit going on FB, or possibly hide people who are sharing these disastrous "What happened to me when I caught Covid 19" stories. Focus on the Zentangle groups, and the pictures of birds.
Currently watching Too Cute! on TV and that helps, too.
and hoping I don't think I need to wander to the fridge every time I turn around.
And I never thought I'd say this, but I wish I'd get a call. Supposed to be resolved today.
That way I wasn't breathing germs on anyone and I plan on not going out in public again for a long, long time. I have a back yard, we just started some flowers in their little peat pellets. Might not plant peas since I don't have the seeds and am not going out to get them. Hopefully things will be eased up in time for putting tomatoes in the ground. 
Finally the Mormon church has closed all temples. 
