We've been here before. The surging cases, the overwhelmed hospitals, the pleas to just do the right thing and help stop the spread, the recalcitrant refusal to do anything that might actually help. It's all so familiar. Like the movie, Groundhog Day, we seem doomed to repeat the same cycle over and over until we learn from our mistakes and finally do better. Forgive me if I'm skeptical that we will ever learn anything.
And as a result, I find I'm growing tired of writing about this. I've said all there is to say and I have nothing new to add. My final Corona Chronicles blog--at least as a regular entry will be next month. That will mark a year of monthly chronicles of this seemingly endless pandemic. I may write occasional entries under this series, without the monthly updates on the numbers as the need arises. I honestly thought we'd be in a better place by now--but that too feels like deja vu. I have repeatedly hoped we were finally getting ahead of this thing, only to have those hopes dashed.
I tend to think things won't happen to me. That's how I ended up breaking my left arm two weeks ago. I was on a ladder that slipped a bit while leaning against the garage roof I was about to clear of moss. I thought about getting a different, sturdier ladder but then decided I'd be fine. After all things like falling ladders don't happen to me. But of course, it did happen to me. A few minutes later, as I was descending the ladder, it slipped again, crashing to the driveway and taking me with it. My belief that it won't happen to me failed me. I tend to feel that I won't get COVID. Because, things don't happen to me. But I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't be so sure. I just found out a good friend tested positive, after going in to get a test because she'd been feeling under the weather (Groundhog Day again. A year ago another friend tested positive right on the eve of the new school year as well!) She's vaccinated, making her one of those rare (but not impossible) breakthrough cases. Getting the call from her tonight, made me think twice about assuming that it can't happen to me. It can. Hopefully it won't. While I don't like this merry-go-round pandemic experience, I don't want the lesson that breaks me out of my own personal Groundhog Day to be that I should have been more careful.
As of today, August 15 there have been 36,684,028 total cases of COVID-19 in the United States. Another 2,751,878 new cases were added since July 15 This month's numbers represent an average of an 8% increase in the number of new cases over the past month, and 2,242,896 more than I predicted. There have been 621,051 deaths altogether from COVID-19, with 13,686 of those occurring in the past month. This is a 2.2% monthly increase. It is also 5,790 more deaths than I predicted. The Delta contagion is proving ruthless in its onslaught of our, unmasked, sort of vaccinated nation. I'm hoping that we are reaching the peak of this surge and will see a drop-off in cases and deaths in the coming month.
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