Scene: Two friends chat about Donald Trump after his 2016 election, shortly before his inauguration …
“Hey, Johnny, nice to see you!”
“Hi, Mitch. How’s business? How’s the fam?”
“Business is good, Molly’s good, the kids are good. What can we do for you?”
“Nothing major — just an oil change, some brake fluid, maybe a tire rotation.”
“You got it. My guys’ll have it done in no time.”
“They always do.”
“And listen — I know the last time you were here, we got into a little back-and-forth about Trump — ”
“Don’t worry, Mitch, I still like you.”
I haven’t written an article in this series in many months. As the pandemic has dragged on, I’ve felt less inspired—days have become more monotonous, and I’ve settled into a kind of stasis: I do my work, I socialize some while practicing pretty good social distancing, and I read and watch TV.
Last night I re-watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire because I’ve been conducting a mini-marathon of the movie series (yes, I know I am a nearly 34-year-old man, thank you), and it struck me that there was a glaring similarity between this movie—and the corresponding book—and…
I don’t have much to say today except this: I’m sorry.
I am so, so sorry that many of you who I love and cherish as amazing people in my life are dealing with this unimaginable pain—the pain of knowing that your life can literally be taken away from you, that you can be killed in broad daylight, because you have committed the crime of being black in America.
It is heartbreaking and infuriating. It is unacceptable and inhumane.
It is not, however, shocking.
This is America. It’s the America you’ve known ever since you were old enough to understand…
I haven’t written in a while. Sorry about that.
This crisis hits us in weird ways, at weird times, in waves we try to anticipate but can’t. I don’t have words for you right now like I usually do—just a collection of thoughts and a lurking feeling that I’m over this, I want it to go away, and I know it’s not going to.
Tomorrow I’ll wake up and I’ll be fine, I know that. …
I’ve been having a tough time of it the past few days. (Weeks? Lifetimes? How long has it been?)
From being sick, I developed a super-quarantine mentality, to the point that I’ve barely left my apartment at all in the past month. As in, I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve opened the front door of my home and walked out.
For one thing, I’ve been worried that either I didn’t have the virus before and might still be susceptible to infection, or that even if I did have it, getting infected twice might be possible…
If you’ve been feeling helpless or that there’s no real action you can take to help others (besides staying home), get that notion out of your head!
In a follow-up to my last post on the incredible sacrifice and tragic situation facing our country’s healthcare workers, this post contains real things you can do, mostly from your own home, to help health heroes and other front-line workers in their fight against this disease.
I’ve grouped these into two categories: How to help with money or resources, and how to help with time and energy. …
Last Monday was National Doctors’ Day. Tuesday was my father’s birthday. My father is a doctor.
My stepfather is a doctor, and so is my father’s girlfriend. My mother used to be a nurse. My sister is a nurse now.
You know how children of professional athletes “grow up in the clubhouse”? Well, I grew up in medicine — family medicine, to be specific. My entire life, I have had the privilege of knowing more medical professionals than a pharmaceutical sales rep, and I have been blessed to get to know them both as experts in their respective fields and…
Yesterday was a milestone—the completion of two weeks since the night when I went to bed feeling funny and woke up with a temperature of 95.5 and a scary tightness in my chest. Two weeks ago, I had no idea what I’d be feeling on Day 14, or whether I’d be in a hospital instead of my apartment. Needless to say, I’m thrilled to be where I am.
That said, yesterday was hard. I read some tough news stories, tough because they talk about the long-term challenges we’re facing, not just with COVID-19 but with the economic fallout it’s going…
I’ve felt much better the past 48+ hours than I did the entire seven days prior, and I’m taking that as a very encouraging sign that I’m on the right track towards full health. There are no guarantees — this virus has been known to do unpredictable things — but it would be very surprising if my condition didn’t continue to improve.
Based on my symptoms and discussions with medical experts and Holiday Inn Express guests, it is probable that I did indeed (or still do) have COVID-19. Obviously, without access to available testing I’m still in the dark about…
First, the good news: My condition has held steady and I dare say even improved the past few days. No chills, no fever, minimal chest discomfort and diminished fatigue as this weekend has gone on. I won’t consider myself “in the clear” until two full weeks have passed, but I was concerned that if things were going to get more severe it would happen this weekend, and so far I am happy to have nothing to report on that front.
Aside from that, this weekend has been a hard one—yesterday in particular.