How is anyone ok with this?
Doctor: So what do you do?
Me: I’m a high-functioning alcoholic.
Him: (laughing) No, really.
Me: (nodding) Yes, really.
I finally got my COVID-19 anti-body test. It took about 90 minutes of waiting but I got it at the local CityMD – the same one I went to when I got my earache.
Nurse: Do you have any idea where you contracted it?
Me: Yup. Here.
Just a few days ago, the amount of people in the US that died from COVID-19, 58,355, surpassed the number of people that died from the Vietnam war, 58,220.
The Vietnam War lasted from November 1, 1955 to January 15, 1973, or 6,285 days. That means 9.26 people died each day in some faraway land.
The first case of COVID-19 here was on January 21, 2020; that’s 99 days to April 29, 2020. That means that 589.44 Americans died each day here, not on some foreign soil.
This is a picture of President Johnson listening to a tape of his son-in-law, a soldier in Vietnam.
Some reports say he was just tired. Others say that he couldn’t bear knowing that all these Americans were dying. I like to think that it was the latter.
589.44 each day. Each one of those numbers was a person with a mother and father. Maybe a sister and brother. Maybe some kids.
Alison and my father are numbers too. In 2017, 600,920 Americans died of cancer.
One of those numbers was named Louis Lo. He loved his three kids and his wife more than anything. He worked chopping fish in a tiny fish store and went to school at night so his kids could have a better life. He bought himself a harmonica when he felt extravagant.
He was my dad. I loved him.
Another number was named Alison McCarthy. She gave up a high paying job in a financial institution to travel to Africa to try and help people. It was lonely, hard, and dangerous but she wanted her life to mean something. She was beautiful, in every sense of the word. She was my best friend.
She loved her husband and son, like a fat kid loves cake. The first thing she ever said to her son was, “We’re best friends for life, you and me. Best. Friends. For. Life.” She died trying to comfort her mom and me telling us we’d be ok.
I don’t know if she’s right.
589.44 families, just like mine. Every. Day.
I try not to drink. It’s hard.
My mom wanted to come see me because I was alone. I told her she couldn’t. That’s what this thing does. It kills people extremely efficiently and cruelly. You die alone. Away from every one and everything you know and love.
But, there’s always some small positive, because now, you can drink all day, every day, if you want.
I don’t know how anyone is ok with this.
Podcast Version: Yes, Really
Location: my empty apartment
Music: She’s gone (Spotify)
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