It's a kind of theme of the week:
part of society wants something, at the cost of others.
I am Covid-vulnerable.
Didn't leave the house often this past 2 years.
Missed out of my medical care because people with Covid went first.
And even post Covid go first.
When I came out of hospital the last time, after my heart gave up, I couldn't even walk more than 5 meters. None cared one little bit. No physiotherapy, no online orders delivered at my door. No research into pain, muscles that just didn't want to do what they should do, failing organs, brainfog, fatique.
I got the message: 'deal with it', 'it's your problem', and a lot more that didn't help at all, but made me feel isolated and a nagging bother.
It changed me.
Made me more aware of what I want in life. (That small little house somewhere between hills and sea), made me more aware of the fact that I like to be alone, but also made me more aware how much I have to care for others, be the nice mom and friend, and how uch others decide for me, without me.
Today they are protesting again, to open nightclubs.
Instead they could have a grocery-for-lonely day.
I didn't even have a cake for my birthday!
The photo we got as a prompt made me think of the request of the council not to use a woodhearth at certain weatherconditions.
People just do.
The wind blows the smoke into our house, we can't escape from it.
So I end up coughing and wheezing in my own home, not sleeping.
When a smoke alarm is given by the council people start to yell: "it's my freedom!!"
Might be, but it's time to balance your freedom.
Having an ax doesn't mean you have to use it.
Last week a friend asked if I would write another haiku...
You can find it >>>here<<<
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