the demon inside me
Two years, I had the cleansing light and pure love of god within me.
No more. Covid finally caught me. Tarnished me and my pristine record of not having Covid.
Could have been the abortion rally but who knows. I also attended an outdoor happy hour Thursday afternoon, for about 45 mins, and two others have tested positive from that. So maybe it was there? A few corporate bigwigs had flown in and were in attendance, so they’re probably the source. But maybe I was the evil super spreader and gave it to them! I share because I care.
On top of this abundance of demonic joy, I also got my period, so I’m coughing and dying and suffering and crying and bleeding and having to get up and change my tampon every five fucking seconds like I am some sort of youthful child-bearing asshole. I am not! I am an old miserable crone asshole, with zero youth left in me but someone has neglected to tell my ovaries so they keep on churning out lousy eggs.
I did finally take a shower, though. because I am incredibly brave and strong and a beacon of hope and inspiration.
If I do die from Covid, it will be in my gross period panties, and I cannot think of a more fitting legacy.
And I am sorry to be whining about my sickness on a day like this. I do not have the physical, mental or emotional strength to process it all. those poor sweet perfect babies. I would hug my own if I could, but I don’t want to give them covid, so I’ll just cry instead.