Sunday, March 15, 2020

Coronavirus

In keeping up the theory of this serving as a medical history/time capsule of my life, I’m going to ramble about Coronavirus/COVID-19.

Basically, it boils down to be me terrified. Despite having cancer twice, plus the stroke(s) - this is what has put the fear of death into me. I read the stories coming out of Italy, Seattle, etc, and I realize that as a middle-age, overweight person with a recent history of cancer, I end up at the end of the triage line. On top of that, last I saw, I still had low lymphocytes. And hell, it was a immune system cancer. So shit. I’m like triply fucked...

For this reason, I’ve hunkered down and am not leaving the house for the foreseeable future. K has moved out. He is living/working on our other house for the same foreseeable future. We plan to see it when he’s done. There are other issues at play, too. So no, I don’t know if we are OK. But, between the need to get that house painted and his service job interacting with so many people, there was a reasonable excuse to quarantine us apart.

I feel like I want to write something fun and witty, but I don’t have it in me.

STAY HOME PEOPLE!

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