Misplaced Anger

I received a voicemail from the testing site to tell me they want to set up an appointment for testing, 30 plus days after I first became ill. Thank Heavens I didn’t answer the phone because the poor, unsuspecting, innocent person on the other end of the phone would have borne the brunt of my anger. Where the $&@! were you when I was going through the throes of my illness? Where were you when I called, when my daughter called, when my cousin called? Where were you when I drove to the testing site on one of my worst days and you sent me away rejected, dejected and in tears. As much as I understand that they had to prioritize and test the ones most vulnerable, it still pains me. I just have to make sure I channel my anger to the right person. I lay ALL the blame at Trump’s feet. His ill/non preparedness caused us harm. All of us.




After surviving COVID-19, I started to write, giving birth to The Corona Chronicles, my daily thoughts and musings.  I find writing therapeutic. It's my personal journey through COVID-19.  It will give insight into the suffering, but also the goodness of people.  Heather's Dawning is made up of my first (Heather) and pet (Dawn) names. It's my awakening.  Covid-19 may have knocked me down, but it also awakened my creativity.