It's all not real, until it is
Sun May 02 2021
From the start of the pandemic I have been afraid. I suffer from asthma and have since I was a child. I am also prone to colds and Croupe. I swear I could collect frequent flyer kills at my local testing center. And the one time I didn't go right away. The one time I believed all the hype about this not being that bad. And that I am over reacting. I was in fact, sick. Really sick. Covid positive sick. Now, on week 3, with an oxygen monitor I spend my days isolated and scared. Unable to breathe. Unable to move without pain. Begging my loved ones to put me out of my misery. It was all just a bad news story, but it wasn't. And now it's MY story.