Lord knows I'm not the only one struggling. I feel sure of that. I KNOW that. And my struggles are next to nothing compared to so many. In immeasurable ways I am blessed, without a doubt. BUT. It's hard on me, too. Because B is high risk, pretty much everything falls on me. A lot already fell on me, I'm sure any woman out there can feel that pain, but now I can't even send him out to do errands I don't want to do or don't need to do because I should be working. Any trip outside the home falls on me. Prescriptions, store trips, vet visits, anything. We are very careful about where he goes, mostly to the park when no one else is around much. I know I could ask but it just me nervous. I'm nervous enough about being out, him being out is ten times worse. I feel sure this virus would be horrific for him at best, deadly at worst and most likely. I try not to dwell on that and my skin has gotten thick enough I don't give two fucks about peoples' opinions th...
