COVID-19 BLUES

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Boley Folks House

The Coronia virus pandemic has reduced my friends and neighbors to paranoid hypocrites, and the virus has essentially entombed me in my mobile home.

COVID_19 BLUES The first effect the COVID _19 had on me personally was the closure of the churches. Because all services have been discontinued indefinitely. I am suffering from spiritual malnutrition and starvation. The orders to quarantine in place has denied me the sacrament of Baptism. The Coronavirus has jepordized my immortal soul. when the mandate was issued the places of worship were to close the pandemic deprived me of Sunday lunch with my Christian family. These brothers and sisters are no less important than my biological family. The quarantine is costing me the daily companionship of my Senior Citizen Center friends and family. When the Senior Center closed indefinitely, i lost contact with friends. Immediately, i lost my social outlets, i no longer have transportation beyond the distance i am able to walk. My personal care has been greatly affected. The beauty shops are closed. How am i supposed to keep my hair and nails looking good. with the salons closed , and social distancing in place , where can i go for facials and electrolysis ? My neighbors are paranoid to offer me a ride in their vehicle. They say they are afraid the virus may be in their car or on their clothing . The neighbors who did offer me rides prior to Coronavirus now refuse because there is not six feet between the seats. To offer me a ride violates social distancing. My neighbors voice concern that because i am compromised with more than one underlying health concern i am a higher risk than younger persons . My neighbors voice the explination that if they put me in their car and through fate i happen to catch the virus, They would not be able to live with themselves. These neighbors, friends, scold me for walking, or attempting to walk to the essential places they are to paranoid to drive me. My neighbors are right it is not safe for me to walk. i could fall, I could injure myself. If the Coronavirus is airborne, every second i am walking i am exposing myself to the virus and potential illness. The quarantine limits the opportunity and conditions under which i can take care of my essential needs, groceries, trips to the laaundromat, The frequency of when i can purchase cleaning supplies. i am quarantined and restricted in available medical appointments and services. Because of the quarantine i am unable to recieve my prescriptions in a timely manner. The doctor prescribes medication and refills existing prescriptions ; the pharmacist fills the prescriptions and returns them to the shelf or elsewhere because i am unable to pick up my medications. physically, somedays i can walk to the pharmacy somedys there is noway i can make the trip. April 1st a close friend passed away. The quarantine is preventing me and others, family members from arranging and attending a proper memorial. The quarantine is preventing me from being with his family and other friends in this time of mutual grief. family.


Submitted: May 07, 2020

© Copyright 2021 M. L. Williamson Hume. All rights reserved.

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