Day 8: I really feel I’ve turned a corner with this (Mon March 23, 2020)
I didn’t sleep great, but I slept in until noon and was a lot more productive than I have been in a very long time. I only needed to use my puffer once today. My temperature was down for most of the day in the mid 36 range, and only spiked above 37 again in the late evening.
I got myself showered and dressed for the day with high hopes of doing a yoga workout in the afternoon, but that never materialized. But the fact that I felt well enough to even consider that was a big step forward. For the past week I have done nothing but lay in bed. I’ve barely had energy or appetite for anything. I haven’t gotten out of my pajamas since Friday when I had to take myself to the hospital. Yoga is definitely back on the docket for tomorrow.
I was able to get a lot of other things done today that I never even thought about doing last week. I don’t think I even realized just how sick I was. The fact that I wasn’t puking or doubled over in agony made the whole illness very deceiving. Like I thought I should be able to do more, but I just couldn’t even use my brain properly to know what those things might be. I just layed around confused a lot lol!
I did a really good thorough cleaning of the bathroom shower and sink after my shower. And did a bunch of food prep for the week. Made a nice healthy vegetable medley with roasted chicken breast and potatoes for dinner that will last me for a few days and chopped up a bunch of carrot sticks for snacking.
In the evening I jumped on a Google Hangout with a group of actor friends who were holding a play reading of Shakespeare’s King Lear. It was organized by my friend who’s a fellow member of my Monday Night Actors Group I’ve belonged to for many years. Since we cannot gather at Monday’s anymore during this crisis, she figured it would be great to get on a call once a week and do a reading of a play together over video conference.
It was fantastic. The very appropriately selected play, King Lear, was apparently written by Shakespeare when he was in quarantine during the plague. I’m terrible at cold reads at the best of times because of my dyslexia, but I said “to hell with it, I’m gonna show up anyway,” maybe I’ll just listen in. And I was happily asked to read a few parts, some of which I completely bastardized, but it was fun all the same.
After the reading I shared with the group about my illness and what I’ve been dealing with this past week. They were really interested and listening intently to my story and lots of questions. It was good to share with people about what I’ve been going through.
After that I checked in with my friend who’s birthday is today. I figured he would be half in the bag by now. But, maybe he might need a friend to have a video chat with just to help him feel a little more like it was his special day, even if it’s not the best birthday he’s ever had.
We had a lovely catch up and he was pissed at me for not telling him what I’ve been going through. And I suddenly realized what an idiot I had been not calling him on Friday when I needed to go to the hospital, but couldn’t drive myself (I don’t have a car or a full license) and was having trouble finding someone who was willing to take the risk of driving me there. He told me to keep him posted and if I’m ever getting worse and I need him.
I’m so glad I reached out to him. I think a lot of people like he and I, who have such active social lives, and many drinking buddies in normal times, just don’t know what to do with ourselves during this whole quarantine thing.
I got the impression that it just never even occurred to him to do a FaceTime with someone, or a group chat for his bday, to keep himself in high spirits and get his daily dose of social time. It hadn’t really dawned on me either until someone else brought up the idea of a House Party video call the other day.
It was really good for both of us, we are both hardcore extroverts, and need our people time badly. Very happy to have a new virtual hot toddy drinking buddy during this time of isolation. Things have come a long way since Shakespeare’s quarantine. Thank goodness for technology!
Day 9: I’m Fucking High!!!! (Tues March 24, 2020)
So I can’t promise that my 500 words a day, for today, is going to be making the most sense, because my friend and I decided to take an edible together and I hadn’t written yet for today. So now I’m writing while soouuuuppppper high!
But I guess, even that alone is enough to suggest that I’m much on the road to recovery from this virus. And I realize now that I’ve never gotten high alone before… Probably not even one time in my whole life before now.
I know that lots of people do it on their own at home all the time, but I’ve just never been one of those people. It was always this thing you did at a party to have fun growing up, and it wasn’t all that fun anymore at parties. Drunk was more social. High’s good for watching too much TV all day and getting nothing done.
Which is basically what I’ve been doing for the past 9 days!
Absolutely fuck all! My universe consists of my tiny bedroom, the bathroom, and infrequent visits to the kitchen part of my apartment, with a mask and gloves on, so that I can do my dishes or make myself food, and not infect my University Student roommate and her Bombardier intern boyfriend.
This is the time for getting high by yourself, alone in your room, at the end of the world. Watching it explode on YouTube, like bottle rockets, with a supper crusty weed brownie high, a bowl of chips, and a hot toddy! This is the best pandemic I’ve ever been at! Lol! THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE EVER! Lol!
A part of me feels like I should really be telling people more about what’s going on right now, like posting it on FB Publicly, or is that gonna make my whole world go boom? Do I want to attract attention for that reason? Do I want my 15 mins of fame in my FB universe of “people I follow to compare my life to…” to have COVID-19 be it’s legacy?
Am I even making any sense anymore, guys?? Is this thing on?!
Well I’m way too afraid to post any of my writing anywhere. I’m too afraid to finish writing anything, just to teach myself how to do it so I can stop pretending that it’s not what I want to be doing every day for the rest of life, but I just WON’T do it, because I’m afraid that I will suck! Ok, now I legit don’t even know what I’m talking about anymore…
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FUCK! That’s not quite 500 words for today, so now I gotta close this off a different way. For those of you asking me what they can do for me right now. Get me some good edibles / pot drops, etc, cause I think I’m gonna get high more often during this pandemic. Just slip it over the handle in a grocery bag and run away and wash your hands after.
Cheers!