My Human Body Suit Sucks and a ‘God Thing’

In early-May, after two months of continual, extreme chest pressure and shortness of breath, (and basically all the COVID-19 symptoms feasible), David drove my stubborn butt back to urgent care. I refused to go at first, even after David insisted, and didn’t actually go into the clinic until my boss and good friend/coworker made me…

Guesswork in the Time of COVID-19

Sitting here in bed, after an online meeting with my kind coworker, feeling out of breath and a bit overly-anxious. I just finished wiping a blob of Manuka honey off the Otterbox protective cover on my Samsung-10 smartphone, thinking I wish my body had an Otterbox case. It’s day twenty-three (23) of being ‘sheltered in…

Got Magnesium? Airways, Immune Function, and Overall Health

I like the letters MG. They were my initials my entire childhood and young adult years, before I married. Mg also stands for magnesium. “Magnesium is needed for more than 300 biochemical reactions in the body. It helps to maintain normal nerve and muscle function, supports a healthy immune system, keeps the heartbeat steady, and…

Instinctual Observation, Analysis of Data, and Knowing: The Lurking Virus

There are moments that my hyper-fast cognitive processing and ability to find patterns is a burden, particularly when I am trying to engage in a balanced and fully engaged conversation with another human being. Often times, during discussions, my mind takes me outside of the conversation into a realm of what ifs, what could be,…

Day Eight of Waiting: Watching the Petals Drop

This morning started off well, except for the crushing chest pain that woke me up a couple times before starting my day. David texted to see if I was up, and then, shortly afterward, we met on the upstairs balcony, outside our bedroom doors. This is our new routine. We bundled in blankets and sweaters,…

Life on a Hill: Day Ten

Reader Warning: This contains information about the world crisis * I am writing to you from my second-story bedroom from our house that is set on the highest peak in our neighborhood community in Washington, U.S.A. I can see through my french doors, across the street, to an empty school yard and green field. Typically,…