Arrr! The land o' liberty be sinkin' in a sea of drinkin' and snortin'! Care's be walkin' the plank!
2025-01-21
Arrr, matey! While the scallywags in the colonies be strugglin' with their grog and potions, the healers took a tumble during the plague! But fear not, for in 2022, the tide be turnin' and the treatments be flowin' like rum on a fine night! Avast!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round as I spin ye a tale of our good ol’ landlubbers, who be findin’ themselves in troubled waters during the plague known as COVID-19! Aye, it be a right pickle, for while the scallywags be needin’ treatment fer their sorrows and substance troubles, the rates of help be droppin’ faster than a cannonball to Davy Jones' locker!During those dark days o’ the pandemic, ye could say the sails were flappin’ in the wind, and the barmaids be servin’ more grog than aid! The poor souls were left adrift, searchin’ fer a safe harbor, while the tides of treatment were lower than a ship at low tide.
But lo! In the year of our Lord, 2022, a glimmer o’ hope appeared on the horizon. The treatment rates began to rise again, like a ship’s mast in a fair breeze! The good folk be startin’ to find their way back to the ports of recovery, shakin’ off the barnacles of despair. So raise yer tankards, me mateys! Here’s to the brave souls who weathered the storm and be findin’ their way to calmer seas once more!