Or the fucking year before that in the future. Sometime. The actual fuck is going on in the world rn? Goddamn.
Watching the expeditiously fucking fast rate this Covid19 is spreading is very much unsettling. At the time of drafting this post, the number of identified cases have shot up damn near 100,000. And half those are in the Boroughs of New York City. We are not prepared. This much is evident.
I’ve been actively tracking this virus for almost 70 days. 64 days ago [1/24/20], it arrived in Raleigh. Then, unbeknownst or in spite of the flu and pneumonia shots I’d received prior to the start of ‘cold season’ [The fuck season is this? Death season?], I began deathly ill with the ‘flu’. It lasted from 1/29/20-3/2/20. And when I tell you I was dragging myself around with weakness or vomiting so goddamned much thought I’d loose my small intestine. I had death in me. I cried. I pleaded. It was heinous af. Felt like I was balls deep into chemo again. I literally – Not hyperbole tara speak – literally dragged my body up the stairs. Napped halfway thru an continued my drag to the bed. Still sitting, head resting on bed. Ffs.
Now, knowing what I know….I’m sure I had the Coronavirus in my body. I know it. The time frames align and shit. But, seeing as I did not have insurance, I did not go to the doctor. I self treated. And trust me, Monday the 3rd, if I was still sick I was going to get seen. But, had I been seen, I would have been checked for flu – it may or may have come back positive. But the Covid19 test wasn’t even a real glimmer…so I would have been treated for a ‘mysterious illness’. – All my hypothesizing and shit.
For the love of fuck people, #staythefuckhome. When the news and numbers and real ness overwhelms your brain holes, put the damned device down, get off your ass and do something for yourself in your own space. Make it comfy. Relaxing. Chaotically beautiful. You decide. You act. Put #humanityforward and reach out to someone during this time of self isolation, offer your resources. Be responsible with your research and your sources – This is not a goddamned hoax, it’s real af. The hoax is in the truth they hide.
It’s just the matter of days before my family is infected with the sickness. We’ve all been laid off now, for almost two weeks. I’m going to die. If not today, then yesterday. I’ll be reading your name online in the obits, or you will reading my name. Life is a whore.
As mentioned before, I equate life to a dog shit covered floor and I’m trying to keep my boots as clean as possible. Cleaned dog shit off anything recently? It’s a nasty task.
You hear folks talking about PTSD, how many conversations touch on CTSD [current traumatic stress disorder]? I’ve hear zero IRL. Once on a show – You’re The Worst <— if you need something to watch during the quarantine, check it out. Best. Show. Ever. Seriously, think about it – we’re all currently experiencing stress. Albeit, some stressors are greater than others. But. We stress nonetheless.
Deep breathing. Exhale. Why do I always forget the exhale? Other after chemo livers with crazy ass bone pains? All the stretches. All the breathes. None of the exhales. Breathe bitch breathe.
So I had the flu in January – the 22nd – 26th – to be exact. Can’t recall if I’d already mentioned it to you guys or not. Did not get seen for it as I was able to manage it pretty well at home. Though, was going in for fluids had I still been sick that following Monday. Because of my past health issues, I received both the flu and pneumonia shot before the season began. And got sick af anyway….did I have an early undetected case what’s currently coursing through our entire worlds population? Having been watching and discussing the growth of this virus with my 23, we knew it was going to be big and we weren’t getting all the truth – we know not to freak out. We began preparing, as a family, before the ‘hype’ so to speak. Typing this, I am suffering a head old. First sign of fever, I’m getting checked. No joke. I know so many of my survivor sisters have weakened immunities such as mine; may you be safe.
Also, I’ve been working from home for almost 10 years, so my job won’t really be impacted. <- looking for the poz here. Plus, my 3rd grader has been enrolled in the Virtual Academy [not homeschool] since the start of this academic year, so his schooling will not be affected. No doubt, our lives will be impacted. But, we must remain calm in the home for 9’s sake. Right now, there are so many people with fears and emotions heightened, I offer my calm to you. I offer my love to you. I offer my compassion to you. I offer my ear to you. I offer my bony shoulder to you. We must remain kind to each other. We must reach out to our neighbors in need. Love, Light and Guidance – Tara
I like sounds.
But am ok in silence as well.
Spending the first half of my life just trying to numb myself to all the bullshitery that I was wading through, I grew accustomed to having no thoughts. Legit – like no thoughts – at all. My brainholes are obliviously just carrying on all empty an shit, like it’s the norm. Like a simple.
I tend to find joy in most areas of my life, despite/in spite of my past. And our lil Kikaroo came to join our family when I was finished with treatment. We needed another cat. Always had fuzzy little asses sashaying up and down our hallways. Hell, my Mr. Mojo Risin’ lived to be 22!!
Listening to Kiki slurp ‘her’ water [YouTube link and shit], makes me happy af. I wanted to share that happy. She’s our school time kitty and was taking a much needed hydration break after attacking the strings and chasing the sun. All the strings. All the sunbeams.