I’ve finally gotten Covid. When I wrote my first blog post on it. I never would have imagined we’d be where we are today. The ignorance in my post is embarrassing, but how could I have known? To be fair, the world was in a state of ignorance.
It’s funny, I feel like when you think you should have gotten covid you don’t, and when you don’t, you do. Since I’ve been in DC, I’ve worn a mask everywhere I’ve gone, every museum I’ve been to and anytime I use the metro. The only exception is at work and at salsa night on Wednesdays. If anything, I should have gotten it there, but I hadn’t been in two weeks. Last Wednesday, I went to a football match between DC United and Bayern Munich and since it was all outdoors; I didn’t wear a mask. I went with my friend Kendall and he also tested positive.
Instead of a boring blog post on what my last couple of days have been like, I thought I’d do something different, something I’ve never done before, except probably for an English, Language, Art’s class in middle school. I wrote a poem, specifically a Haiku.
My Covid Haiku:
it is not that bad.
that is what people have said.
it is bad for me.
tossing and turning,
with NyQuil sleep should arrive,
if only it did.
alone, in the attic,
drinking Pedialyte
Beneath the air-con
tiredness, sore-throat, body chills,
are only a few symptoms.
will it ever end?
Nice poem. Awful topic. Still holding on. Cutting down social contacts. Reducing life to a minimum. Not the best times. I hope you are OK my friend. Hugs.
Thanks Javier! Thought I’d try something different this time. I’m doing a lot better now.