Covid Commiseration

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


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 ๐Ÿ˜€

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. ๐Ÿ˜€ 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 Thank you for giving me some of your precious time!


4 thoughts on “Covid Commiseration

    1. 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.

  1. 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 ๐Ÿ™‚).

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