People are working hurt.
Since the beginning of the year, I have taken notes on the people I see tilted, or walking with a limp, the number of bandages I see people wrapped up in. The fact that I myself had an ankle wrap or bandage of some sort made me keenly aware of people working in diminished capacity.
Mind you it's not by choice but necessity because of the continued unrelenting barage of attacks on our mental and physical health by this regime.
From full on leg braces to haphazard dirty athletic taping of ligaments people are working hurt. They are trying to get the job done but even I admit it's not the work it's the amount of people. When you are surrounded by 8 Million people and restaurants, gas station, grocery stores are closing at a record rate coupled with 100k people laid off the reminder business are crowded and pricey not to pay for medical insurance just to keep the doors open.
Ten years ago a glass of wine and an appetizer might have cost me $40 tonight it was $60 but even #Happyhour pricing is $20 for one martini.
I stared at bottle after bottle of mixers ginger syrup, pineapple juice, rose water and thought of dozens of concoctions while I nibble on spicy olives.. I kept thinking about the fact how many of us are working hurt just to live.
After working hurt we're paying with our credit cards to cover the expense of food, transit, and the OTC medication that propelles the sometimes faceless workers providing services to the 8 million people crammed into the respective Bay Area.
I think about the next steps desperately trying to pay down the credit card balance to get ahold of stability and try to stay with my head above water.
Even if I limp through the commute.
