COVID SURVIVOR (Part 1) Sharp knives of light and energy penetrate every pore on my scalp. Underneath the daggers plays a constant hum. It does not pulsate. It does not waiver. It is a steady overall explosion of my brain in technicolor.
Day: August 3, 2020
COVID – THE FLOOD (Part 2)
COVID – THE FLOOD (Part 2) I wash my hands, COVID precaution, even though I already have it. Have to be responsible. I step out of the bathroom on to my squishy carpet. Funny I didn’t notice that when I waddled in here. I walk upstairs and walk on water toward the kitchen. I find water cascading out from under our kitchen sink. I am so confused.
Covid Survivor – The Hospital (Part 3)
Continued from Part 2 Our appointment is at 6 pm. We are early. Old people are like that. I am not sure when I got old, but there you have it. We snake around the empty hospital parking lot, questioning where to go. “Are we suppose to go to the emergency room?” I weakly ask, …
COVID SURVIVOR – MY HAPPY PLACE (Part 4)
Continued from COVID SURVIVOR (part 3) When I was a child, my parents, two sisters, and I built a cabin in the California redwoods. Mostly it was my father and his best friend, Al Guerin. It is on a 1/4 acre hill lot. The cabin sits high, so you feel like you are in a …
COVID SURVIVOR – GOING HOME (part 5)
Continued from part 4 I’ve been home for over a week now. Every day I try to do something to get my strength back. It is difficult. Chris is slowly recovering as well. One day I changed the sheets. I yelled a lot at Chris. He looked scared.The next day I cleaned the bathroom.The next …