Hey guys. I'm so sorry. I'm in a super dark place and I see that I have 10 PMs and like 40 notifications and I love you all. I apologize.
Last month, my niece died.
About 10 days ago, my teenage son had an awful grand mal seizure while washing dishes--- his first in 10 years. Hit his head hard on the granite counter top, fell in the dishwasher and broke the door off, then hit the hardwood floor. Was unconscious and disoriented for a long time, couldn't stop throwing up. Went to ER via ambulance and was in the ER for 24 hours. Really needed to be admitted but they couldn't admit him due to Covid. (This is the same son who almost died in a wreck last year. ☹)
Covid is so bad here, in Louisiana. All of our hospitals are full. There are no beds. They're all setting up tents outside and creating makeshift ERs.
The ambulances will come to your house, tell you that you're stable enough, and leave you. Won't even attempt bringing you to a hospital because they are full.
We have the most cases per capita in the US and the lowest vaccination rates.
I'm so sick of all of these conspiracy theorist rednecks.
All of my friends have Covid. Everyone I know has Covid. Some of them are in the hospital and might not ever get to go home.
Some are at their houses praying they don't need a hospital.
Because they're full.
We had 11,000 new cases today and 2,000 of them were kids.
Teachers went back to school this week. Kids come back next week.
I got my 2nd Pfizer Covid vaccine on Saturday--- and I did well. No side effects.
But vaccinated people are still getting Covid.
I'm wearing a mask.
I don't know what else to do. I feel so hopeless.
So I'm in this awful place mentally, bouncing back and forth between "It is what it is"
And sheer panic.
So, I'm sorry for those of you feeling ignored. It's 100% my mental health and certainly not you-- or my love for newgrounds, which is forever.
We are still having the writing contest!
Deadline Labor Day.
Yall stay safe.