Monday, March 30, 2020
The Fixin' to Die Rag
"And it's five, six, seven, open up the pearly gates
Ain't no time to wonder why, whoopee we're all gonna die"
This has been running through my head a lot.
I realized something yesterday: I really don't want to die. (Like most people). I don't want my husband to have to make the hard decisions. I don't want to leave my pets without a mommy. I want to go to Disney again!
I especially don't want to die from respiratory nastiness. I've had pneumonia a few times. It's terrifying.
Also, if I'm going to get sick, I'm probably already sick. That's why this disease is so awful. Every person is a ticking time bomb.
And trying not to have too much of an existential crisis.