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Safe At Home

3/20/2020, 1:45PM -

Last night, Los Angeles implemented a Safe At Home policy for the next 30 days. It was announced hours after the second death in LA County related to COVID-19. He was just 34 years old, and a testicular cancer survivor. He also had asthma. He started coughing up blood before they got him to ER, where they administered the same anti-virals they use to treat Ebola. He started to make a come-back, but fell back into it and wound up passing away. Apparently, he had been in Florida for business, and stayed a few extra days to visit Disney World before flying back home. Poor guy. This shit is fucking terrifying for me though. It just got really real and makes me grateful I started self-isolation a week before that thought was even on anyone else’s radar. But still, I find myself shaking with panic. If someone with asthma had issues, what will that mean for someone with Fibromyalgia? Granted, he also had struggled with the Big C, which puts him at a whole other level of risk. However, I’m still high up there. And I feel so incredibly vulnerable right now, like a prey animal struggling to find shelter. Please, let us stay safe up here, on our quiet little hill. I feel extra vulnerable being in the midst of my Spring Flare, and Day 2 of my cycle. Like a wounded animal trying to survive.

When Death has come for you before and you’ve escaped it, you can only do that so many times until you run out and it finally gets you. Like this kid in Gardena. I feel like I’ve about spent my 9 lives as well, and it makes me even more terrified.

But I must stay brave. As Ed Stark said, the only time one can be brave is when they’re afraid.

Please let me a positive voice in this scary world. Please let me be brave. 

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