I went to an annual appointment at my cancer hospital yesterday in my N95 mask. My doctor and nurse sort of accommodated me; my doctor wore a surgical mask and commented proudly that she didn’t need to be asked again to put one on this year, while the nurse seemed to actually consider air flow and asked if I wanted to have the exam room door stay open.
When I arrived, I sat in the waiting room near the only other masked people, two people wearing surgical masks. They soon got called in, and then I was the only masked person. An unmasked guy walked past me talking to his companion, and said something like, “she’s wearing that shit.” I readied myself for confrontation, but they didn’t come back.
Lots of people there were coughing and clearing their throats.
My doctor excitedly told me that all my numbers are good, and that I am still beating the odds in surviving the aggressive cancer that I had. But I’m now surviving in spite of the masses who have “moved on” from Covid. And in spite of those who use a “risk assessment” that allows them to fool themselves into believing that they are somehow still my ally.
It doesn’t have to be this way. I want to fight harder for humanity, but humanity doesn’t want to fight for me.
#Covid #CovidIsNotOver #WearAMask