Life with COVID-19 Being a patient, patient!

Seated in the lazy boy chair (an ironic name) dripping with sarcasm on my finger tips, I struggle to raise up from my seated position. Once on my feet I realize everything’s hurting me, without a car thanks to aunt Rona sweeping the world I walk a lot. Feeling stuffy, vision on some sci-fi shit everything appears glossy as if I’m looking through Vaseline covered lenses. With a forgetful 46 year old mind I was…