#coronajournal

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When I remember this time, I will remember being sick with the headcold from hell — it’s not flu A or B, not covid, not strep, just some lingering virus that leaves me wiped after one task. I was sleeping because that’s basically what I do every minute I’m not teaching, as I wait to recover, and Harold came in to wake me up and tell me ICE shot a guy on the street and just murdered a guy in front of people.

[lugelostorybook]

Birthday Party in Lockdown Mode - Lugelo

People have stopped smiling and celebrating. Everyone is too scared to even go and greet people. But I wanted to give people a reason to smile and celebrate. Rick's birthday was that day for me.

Coronavirus Lockdown

The smile from the world has just vanished from the day when people have learned about the Coronavirus. No one is going out. Coronavirus lockdown is making sure that everyone stays trapped in the home. According to the study, I have done, I have learned that the Coronavirus is killing people mentally first. That's why I have decided to celebrate Rick's birthday involving everyone around us. I always wanted a grand celebration for Rick's 25th birthday. But we were not allowed to go out and celebrate so I planned something different. Story Read More : Birthday Party in Lockdown Mode

[writingaboutreading]

The ego thinks of a perfect relationship as one in which everybody shows a perfect face. But this is not necessarily so, because a show of strength is not always honest. It is not always a genuine expression of who we are. If I pretend to have it together in some area where I really don’t, I am fostering an illusion about myself. I would only be doing this out of fear—fear that if you saw the truth about me, I would be rejected.

Marianne Williamson, A Return to Love

[highclasshomelessman]

“Day 13-15” of my #CoronaJournal available now on my website under “JOURNAL”. DurandBernarr.com https://www.instagram.com/p/B_QBIEpnVXS/?igshid=xw8gcp74xn59

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Every Thanksgiving now, I’m thankful that my husband is not feverish and sick with cellulitis while it’s the middle of a pandemic so instead of an antibiotic IV drip, there’s a printout of home care to be done by untrained me and also there are no paper towels in all of Boston so I’m cleaning an infected wound at home with boiled teatowels and hoping it doesn’t turn septic.

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As we finish the third summer of my mask putting zits on my nose, and begin the third winter of my mask fogging up my glasses, I really wish there was a way to kvetch about annoying and unpleasant masking without sounding like a covid denier. Yes, I’m going to mask on the bus and train pretty much indefinitely but it’s so annoying!!!

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I went to a lovely wedding this weekend, it was my first indoor, unmasked event since the Before Times. About 30 guests and we were all eating and drinking and catching up. It felt so good to see friends and celebrate our friend’s milestone! We’ve missed so much! It also felt nice to meet new people and chat. My small talk has atrophied a bit in isolation, but I expect it’ll come back in time.

But since Friday, I’ve been convinced I must have caught covid. I don’t actually have symptoms, of course, no one’s texted to say they’re ill or were exposed, it’s 100% my plague anxiety.

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Last night I had a stress dream that WASN’T about being unprepared to teach or a lesson falling apart or general teaching struggles.

I love that my subconscious knows that well is dry, that there’s no more anxiety from teaching because hahahhahahaha pandemic teaching really is picking the least-garbage option over and over, and just trying to do my best with everything falling apart around me.