I suppose we do not realise how much our negative news surrounds our daily lives.
If you're ever standing in a queue in a newsagents (who will remember that term in twenty years?) look at the
row of tabloids. They're collectively called 'red tops'. Red to represent blood. Stories involving blood being spilled
always leading the news agenda.
If you, like me, vividly remember the blanket TV news coverage of 9/11. You, like me, might've come to a point where you had to say 'enough!'. Simply because it was overwhelming and literally, depressing.
Last summer I reached the same point, with Covid. Its not that I don't care. Its that I care too much.
I figure that if there's something that I really need to know. That news will reach me, somehow.
I think there comes a point where relentless bad news starts to have an increasingly bad effect on our own
wellbeing and its at or before that point, where we need to start to focus on our own wellbeing.
Especially if, like in the case of 9/11, there's nothing we can do for the 3,000 + souls who were murdered that day, in and around New York. That said. Now is a perfect opportunity to reach out, into our own communities, to see if there's any practical way that we can help those struggling to cope.
Been told by my GP's office to expect a jab in late Spring / early summer.
Don't call us. We'll call you. And I have a compromised immune system
which means if I contract one of the strains and end up in hospital,
I probably won't be coming out again. Vertical anyways
Forget bucket lists. My 'f**k it' list grows ever longer!