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“Where’s Mitzi?”
Asked no one on Medium
Yeah, it’s a rough time for everyone on the planet — you know the one, the planet we’ve been systematically destroying since the beginning of the Industrial Revolution.
And that sentence represents how I’ve been feeling lately.
I’m not depressed because of being inside. I kind of like that — not really an extrovert but play one when I need to.
I don’t think I’m a character in The Stand, one of my favorite King books.
What f’n virus? I have other issues.
I just haven’t felt the need to write — my gut has been consumed with other things. Like, my husband’s stroke and now his limited mobility.
So now I have a 78 year old 240 pound man walking with a rolling walker and using a bath bench who thinks he’s really forty.
What f’n virus? I have other issues.
One day I looked at my hands and they seemed to have circulation issues — discoloration — dark pink to bright white and cold, cold , cold fingers. I diagnosed myself — Reynaud’s disease. My doctor agreed and since it was a side effect of one of my blood pressure medicines (left over from MY stroke last year), we decreased it. But my BP has gone up and the discoloration on my hands has gone down — so back up to the original dose.
