To be completely honest I was going to write about something completely different. About my mother’s cancer and how that has all affected us. Blah blah blah. See, it is not really something to laugh about but people in our society tend to take invisible illnesses, like chronic illnesses and make light of them, almost like they are not real. But here I am, sitting in bed with 102 fever because I picked the lucky person and sat next to someone with Covid. Hacking up my lungs is no fun. This is something I believe we can all agree on. And to be fair this is just an all-around shitty situation.
Now it may seem like I am just another left leaning snowflake complaining about how people won’t wear their masks, (whatever that is) and honestly, I am. I am complaining, because I am tired of being sick. This is just plain stupid at this point. And of course, the average person nowadays can ease up their mask wearing. But this started all the way back in the beginning of March 2020.
Because of my chronic illness, my response to covid is far worse than the majority of people in this country. I do not blame anyone, as that would not be fair, well maybe Trump for politicizing masks, but that’s a whole other demon to slay later on. I just have to take into fact that this world was not made for me. I can’t live in a perfect bubble my immune therapist wants me to, so I take that risk. And I take it with both feet forward. Because what else can I do? Yes, I can petition and stage walkouts, but who really cares in our society besides the people it directly affects? This is the real problem that I am mad about. People just don’t seem to genuinely care for others. Creating this world that benefits them. As these people can walk, talk, and live freely without wondering if there’s a ramp or is this the day I finally am going to die.
Unruly Bodies 
The being of COVID was insane. It was almost a test of who I could still be friends with. People would go out and party and it felt like a betrayal of some kind. I’m sorry you got Covid and have to deal with worsened symptoms. I hope that it get better quickly and doesn’t make your like hell later on.
I feel this — I still have to figure out if/why I’m immunocompromised, but all my life I’ve gotten sick super easily. Over the last year, I’ve had COVID twice, despite taking so. many. precautions. I was so careful, but it didn’t matter; the people around me weren’t careful.
Because I know how easily I get sick, I’m always super careful — you would think after having COVID twice, people would understand why. But still, some people will get offended when I keep my mask on or don’t let them share my food (I don’t want you stealing my fries anyways, bro) — they’ll say things like “you think I’m sick?” or “you don’t trust me?” And it always leaves me in this awful position where I have to either: 1. admit that I, in fact, do not trust them and am not willing to get sick to preserve their ego; or 2. make some other BS excuse for why I can’t take of my mask (usually I say, “oh no, actually I have a sore throat and I don’t want to get you sick” — to which they sometimes reply “nah it’s cool, I never get sick” and then I have to go back to option 1.). It just sucks feeling like I have to justify my desire for health, safety, and piece of mind.
Yesssss it is so annoying when people don’t care enough to wear masks, especially during a pandemic. I am always very careful outside because I know better than to bring back COVID to my home where my parents, who can’t afford health care, can get sick. I still wear a mask everywhere I go even though most establishments don’t require them anymore. This one time, my coworkers and I flew on a plane for a business trip and were seated next to this woman that kept coughing and hacking into her “mask”. Her “mask” was just a thin handkerchief that barely covered her nose. The plane made it clear that a medically approved mask had to be worn but somehow she was still able to board. We were already in the air when we noticed the constant coughing and none of us are confrontational, so we just dealt with it, making sure we kept our masks on tight and sanitized our hands pretty often. The people around us did ask if she was ok but she didn’t say anything about being sick. Just a day after that plane ride, my coworkers were vomiting all night. We all tested positive but thankfully I only had a slight fever. Obviously, I couldn’t go home for two weeks. My parents were worried sick and called me every other hour to check if I was still alive even though I assured them daily that I was fine. We had a family member hospitalized due to COVID, so I understood their concern. That was the only time I had caught COVID, and it was all because I had to sit extremely close to some person who decided they didn’t care about other people’s health.