Woke up with a tickly, phlegmy throat
Twirled the unwelcome swab in the unknown recesses of my nostrils
The thin red line on the test was unmistakable
The mark of the damned
Imprisoned in the room I associate with rest
Food and water left by the door in haste
For five, long days
To overheat, hack, and blow my red honker
And fill a trash bag with crumpled, white ghosts teeming with gelatinous germs
To suck back the magical pill on cue
The one thing that somewhat stanched my malaise
Kept that bottle near
For the four hour mark
When the bad feelings came roaring back
Now
On the other side
Covid clinging like a wet sweater
Still slightly symptomatic
Still contagious
And still alone
Free of my confinement
But a pariah
Like I needed another bad feeling to get over 😀
I’m saddened by the toll this pandemic has taken on us. I wish above all that we could’ve met each other with respect, kindness, and compassion this past two years rather than the mockery and vitriol I saw spewed out on social media from either side of the mask/restrictions/vaccination debate. I hope going forward we can be more patient and gentle with each other. Wishing you good health!
All pics in this post were taken by me in my Covid prison. 😀 Scroll down to the bottom of the page to follow me or sign up to receive my posts via email. Follow me on Instagram (Lately, I’m seldom on there. Too busy living). Take a peek at my Redbubble store Pollyeloquent.redbubble.com. Thank you for giving me some of your precious time!
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Sorry, I didn’t know. Hope you’re doing better and better every day.
Aw, thanks, Charlie. It appears to be taking its time to leave, but I’m choosing to believe there will be improvement every day, just as you say.
What a thoughtful testimonial post of a difficult situation. Sending you my prayers, soon you’ll be out and about having poutine (I’m also sending you my stereotypical notion of what Canadians do when they’re out and about 🙂).
Aw, thanks, Alexandre. I had poutine on Friday! 😀