Poems about my isolation from Covid19 as an extremely vulnerable person in 2020
Death and Social Isolation.
Death stalks the streets and I’m not allowed out. My killer is out there somewhere – the person who is going to pass Covid19 onto me.
Remember the Hospice message. Enjoy every day even if you’re dying. Enjoy every day even if Covid19 means your chances of dying have increased.
It all reminds me of a Stephen King novel – a global pandemic and a Stock Market crash. What we need is for Stephen King to write us all a happy ending.
Having a bad day today – I think it’s four wall syndrome. Feel my head zoning out some days – that’s what isolation does for you.
I never thought I would miss waiting for a bus. I never thought I would miss waiting in a queue. I never thought I would be too frightened to do out. I never thought I would end up a pseudo Agoraphobic.
Day 22 of my self isolation – to stop me dying from Covid19. I’m feeling very restless. I’m feeling very on my own. Have good days and bad days and have noticed a correlation between virtual communication with people and the good days and no virtual communication with people and the bad days.
Brexit last year. Corona this year. I dread to think what’s going to happen next year.
Yes I’ve spent time in prison I’ll be able to tell people – Corona time.
I wish I was not an extremely vulnerable person I wish I could go out. I wish I could go out. I wish I had gone out more when I could go out.
I’ve being very cautious with Covid19 – maybe too cautious. I’ve been in Intensive care and I don’t want to go back there. Well I could go out and maybe get away with it, but maybe I wouldn’t get away with it.