I swear, my parents act like they were never teens in a pandemic growing up.
I was watching “Perry Mason,” an HBO show set in the 1930s. Perry gets mail out of his mailbox and I think “no GLOVES??” This pandemic has a hold of me.
6:30am I’m finishing my shower - wrapping my hair in a towel. Mom: from my room “I have something for you!” Me: “OK.” (I’m curious) I step out of the shower, wrap on a towel, and my mom steps up and gives me a flu shot without so much as a “by your leave.” Dr. Surprise strikes again. My arm hurts =/
Writing a paper, on my computer, in class - I try to use the perfect word but I spell it so badly the spell checker gives up and in effect, says “I got nothin’.” I switch words.
Telling a girl to calm down is like trying to put a cat in a tub. My parents think every guy I talk to is my boyfriend. If I’m texting and smiling my parents think I have a boyfriend. I say, I don’t know” when I don’t care.
For ALL of its downsides virtual school is better because: My two BFF and I have a facetime call going ALL school day so we can say snarky things about everyone.. I can listen to music on my headphones during classes. I have multiple screens so I can web-surf during classes. I don’t have to wear shoes or a skirt! I can put a video up so it looks like I’m paying attention. I can snack/take a bathroom break whenever I want to. I don’t have to carry a backpack or make locker stops. I can be late or leave early and blame it on “tech issues”.
When is a lockdown not a lockdown? When is a pandemic running its course? Looking up, I see beautiful days, sunshine and flowers, Clouds nowhere to seen in clear blue sky But the warm soft air is full of danger.
So too, we are told, is being less than two metres From a stranger. No pleasant smiles or Good Mornings - We cross the road, step into stranger’s driveways Anything to avoid closing the gap, getting too close to a fellow human.
I am dehumanized. Unhappy at the fear people have At the sight of me And the fear my children and grandchildren have At the thought of a visit, which once brought joy With (now forbidden) hugs.
Not long now say the country’s masters Soon we’ll unlock the lock But will we ever again feel trust and ease In our restored freedoms? How strange to hug and smile a greeting When its been so long since our last meeting.
Funny how soon normal creeps up on us and clears away the strangeness with each sweep of the broom.
The sky looks the same as it did, we walk, side by side, as we did. And the death toll mounts, the police checks grow
We can measure metres without a rule (though we did feet and inches when at school) We learn to use Whatsapp and Skype, just to see our families’ faces. then we disinfect our phones, wipe away the traces.
We’re told to wash our hands for twenty secs and obedience – unnatural – is what the world expects. Strangers shop for strangers and an obedient population applauds an institution on demand, at a given time
Then we go back into our houses close the windows, lockdown the doors consider the unseen enemy, and, once again,
Every surface Every hour Any symptoms? Out of water Out of masks Any victims? He's out there A media darling Time to panic? Play it safe, okay Just don't give in To the hype Even if he is "Hosting" Saturday Night Live This week
You are 5 You have your whole life ahead of you Hospital Please don't go I would be gone if you weren’t here I didn't want you to find me after I can't imagine my life without you Flu A horrible word An unacceptable word Sent from hell Torture Crying my lungs out Coughing Face red Mascara running Am I mad? I yell I LOVE YOU GET BETTER I'M SORRY And say “no” until it isn’t a word Rocking on my bathroom floor DO NOT LEAVE ME He has to be ok He is my world My everything I can't stop the racing Screaming my stomach into my head Crying until I only have blood to cry HE CAN'T LEAVE ME Please reconsider
my brother had the Flu and they said he probably won't live, he did but I thought I would share my poem about me suffering as a big sibling
Me and apple cidar vinegar well, let's just say it's a long story when a bout of the flu for literally a fortnight, and Shakespeare's lines came to the 'fore...
Where Shakespeare would drink, sans complaint, t'avail Lo, "...potions of [yes!] eysel 'gainst--" what thence? "...My strong infection--" nor think that defense Too much, I'm churning still from in betrayl Erm, taking just that--not cuz I regale The world with naughty plays as he did, whence His closest friends chid Will, whereat he'd sense That slight of character and yield--my bail? Tis as he said, but oh! in truth, not fer Some metaphor played out t'effect to do His penance good--"do ye with fortune [to Be sure it's tongue in cheek] chide--" cuz in poor 'Scuse paying the bills meant theatre as twere. Yet my case is this fortnight flu I rue.
It was nice to have the Bard's lines come to mind as if to solace and add a measure of sense to my misery.
as soon you as you walked through the door i could see you were not feeling well you rushed into my arms buried your head in my chest and started to cry
i wrapped my arms around you hugged you tight pressed you near
your cries turned to sobs i kissed your temple, your hair “what’s wrong,” i asked “i not feeling well, i’m coming down with the flu,” you replied “i’ll take care of you Minou,” i whispered softly in your ear
i took your hand lead you to the couch laid you down
i removed your shoes covered you gently stroked your hair
“i’ll make you some peppermint tea with honey,” i said i turned on the tv flipped to your favorite netflix show started the tea
the water boiled i steeped the bag brought you the cup laid it on the table
you were falling asleep i snuggled up along side of you warm and cozy under the covers
you cuddled up a leg across my hip your head on my chest you hair tickled my nose i patted it down slightly away
i petted caressed your hair savoring your scent your smell
i held you in my arms sensing your breath feeling your heartbeat slowly, you drifted asleep muscles relaxing inhaling, exhaling deeply, gently
i held you dear protecting, providing, nurturing, nursing you
you are my partner my lover my wife but tonight you are my child
you mumbled in your sleep wiped your nose on my shirt drooled a tad
you were congested your breath wheezed you snored a bit i loved you more
i never felt like a man this intensely caring, tending, loving his wife, his Minou