The face of COVID

This is my sweet, mischievous, happy youngest granddaughter. She is two. She is in the hospital. She has been fighting COVID for nearly two weeks. We thought she was over it Tuesday, then extremely high fevers struck Wednesday morning. Now she is in the hospital because the fever won’t break. We are told this is common in young children who contract the disease.

This disease is not the sniffles. It is not the nothing many of you claim. It affects real people, often in dangerous ways. Statistics overwhelmingly show the vast majority of the illness is among the unvaccinated. 

You are spreading it. 

I want to put a face to the illness. 

The shot is not the Devils mark. It is not the mysterious “them” injecting you with a tracking device. It is not a secret mind altering serum that will trigger a sleeper drug that will make you a brain-washed liberal. Nor is it altering your DNA so your family will die out. It is not just old people or those with underlying illnesses that get sick. Yes, I’ve heard all of those theories in the past two weeks uttered from what appears to be sentient semi-intelligent people. 

I get resistance to being told what to do. I understand the issues with the jab. Real people, real little babies are getting sick. Are you helping contribute to the spread? Are you willing to make a two-year old sick for the sake of principle?

I’m aware I will lose loyal readers over this. I have relatives who will not speak to me based on my position. I don’t care. My sweet girl is more important. 

I will not entertain, nor argue with you in the comments. 

She got to come home Sunday evening. She is still fighting high temps. But she is home. Not before tearing out her IV and making her room look like a crime scene (according to my daughter). I can’t see her.