Crisis Journal: Entries XVII-XVIII
Monday 4.27.20
It seems as though everything's kind of going to shit for everyone lately. I'm still sore and covered in bruises from what happened last week; my sister and mum's chronic fatigue and pain's worsened but they aren't able to see a specialist because of the quarantine; my friend managed to escape his family life by heading out to college but now that colleges are closed, he's stuck at home and is too old to qualify to stay at a domestic abuse sanctuary; my best friend is also undoubtedly being harassed 24/7 by his transphobic mother, now that they're both home all the time; multiple friends I have that were struggling moderately with substance abuse before quarantine have overdosed numerous times over the past couple weeks; and another friend of mine's co-workers recently got sick, and now he either has to go to work and potentially bring the virus back home to his immunocompromised parents, or get fired. It's unfortunate to see everyone so down and in the dumps lately, but I've been managing to keep afloat despite everything. We've all been there for each other, and I think that in a way, the world feels more connected now than ever before--we are all able to connect over a mutual struggle. I think that after this whole thing is over, the world is going to be a different place--I just hope things change for the better.
Wednesday 4.29.20
I got very suddenly ill today, which I suppose is what I get for violating quarantine so much. While my friend was over, we were both hanging outside in my backyard, fighting with sticks as swords like we did when we were little. I really enjoyed getting out in the sun--it reminded me of the times when I lived in Boston and went outside to actually get some vitamin D. But I suddenly felt ill and rushed inside. My friend followed shortly after me because he wondered where the hell I was headed, and found me collapsed on the floor in a pool of my own vomit. I was conscious, just weak, so I told him that I was fine and that he should head home before I got him sick too. He told me that I was actually a moron and there was no way he was going to leave me there like that. He and I had eaten some curry right before and I've not been able to tolerate solid food very well lately since I've been so sick. I'm normally chronically ill and usually feel pretty nauseous, dizzy, or tired, and I have had a couple fainting spells, so I'm not too surprised that this happened. All is well, though.
Friday 5.1.20
The week has continued to be pretty hectic for me--my friend got alcohol poisoning again late last night so I was up trying to get him to call an Uber to the ER or wake up his parents but he refused to, insisting he was fine and that he couldn't go back to the hospital, which I guess I understood. After a certain number of ER visits and hospitalizations, the hospital stops feeling like a safe place and starts to become more of a living nightmare. I made sure he got his family up to be with him in person to keep him on his side if he passed out, but it was still pretty stressful.
It seems as though everything's kind of going to shit for everyone lately. I'm still sore and covered in bruises from what happened last week; my sister and mum's chronic fatigue and pain's worsened but they aren't able to see a specialist because of the quarantine; my friend managed to escape his family life by heading out to college but now that colleges are closed, he's stuck at home and is too old to qualify to stay at a domestic abuse sanctuary; my best friend is also undoubtedly being harassed 24/7 by his transphobic mother, now that they're both home all the time; multiple friends I have that were struggling moderately with substance abuse before quarantine have overdosed numerous times over the past couple weeks; and another friend of mine's co-workers recently got sick, and now he either has to go to work and potentially bring the virus back home to his immunocompromised parents, or get fired. It's unfortunate to see everyone so down and in the dumps lately, but I've been managing to keep afloat despite everything. We've all been there for each other, and I think that in a way, the world feels more connected now than ever before--we are all able to connect over a mutual struggle. I think that after this whole thing is over, the world is going to be a different place--I just hope things change for the better.
Wednesday 4.29.20
I got very suddenly ill today, which I suppose is what I get for violating quarantine so much. While my friend was over, we were both hanging outside in my backyard, fighting with sticks as swords like we did when we were little. I really enjoyed getting out in the sun--it reminded me of the times when I lived in Boston and went outside to actually get some vitamin D. But I suddenly felt ill and rushed inside. My friend followed shortly after me because he wondered where the hell I was headed, and found me collapsed on the floor in a pool of my own vomit. I was conscious, just weak, so I told him that I was fine and that he should head home before I got him sick too. He told me that I was actually a moron and there was no way he was going to leave me there like that. He and I had eaten some curry right before and I've not been able to tolerate solid food very well lately since I've been so sick. I'm normally chronically ill and usually feel pretty nauseous, dizzy, or tired, and I have had a couple fainting spells, so I'm not too surprised that this happened. All is well, though.
Friday 5.1.20
The week has continued to be pretty hectic for me--my friend got alcohol poisoning again late last night so I was up trying to get him to call an Uber to the ER or wake up his parents but he refused to, insisting he was fine and that he couldn't go back to the hospital, which I guess I understood. After a certain number of ER visits and hospitalizations, the hospital stops feeling like a safe place and starts to become more of a living nightmare. I made sure he got his family up to be with him in person to keep him on his side if he passed out, but it was still pretty stressful.
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