Around us in over One Hundred Forty Days of Quarantine. It was 2am, we were awakened by the whir of a vehicle. We peeked through the opaque jalousies opened in a steep angle and saw an ambulance is parked in front of our house. Two medical personnel in white hazmat suits scurry out. Red and yellow hazard lights are flashing soundlessly. One of our elderly neighbors board the ambulance, her face mask and face shield on. We hear muffled voices.
It's 2:30 am and I have to drive D. to work. I'm glad I can. I'm glad we can both continue to work and our children can continue distance learning. The car smells like it's been doused with chlorine. There's a small bottle of alcohol I don't recognize. I learned from my father later on that they used the car and sanitized it. He asked my brother to drive one of his constituents, a pregnant woman, to the hospital. She tested negative on COVID, but positive on tuberculosis. She was coughing blood, my father said.
We have the most number of COVID 19 cases in Southeast Asia, the most badly impacted economy and the government's health agency faces a 15-billion peso fraud. We have a president can't even be lucid, but has fanatical enablers.
We'd really have to live in caves.
