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Corona Ruined My Life

My first published True story

By Marie381Uk Published about a year ago 3 min read

I published this a while ago on here. I had never publicly written anything and submitted it. There it was, my thoughts and feelings on my iPad screen. I felt like a proper writer, yes, me. Then I feared comments: could I take it if people laughed or hated it? Was my spelling okay? Oh God, I felt sick. The end result was, wow, I did that, and I felt and meant every word. Please read it, tell me what you think. Oh, and for the record, I am suffering from long COVID four years still after contracting it. COVID has ruined my life; I am just starting to try to walk again and snap out of my down days. It left me with severe joint pain. Memory Fog. Burred Sight. Insomnia. Psoriasis. Arthritis lots worse than before Covid) Breathing Problems. Fear of going out or people coming to my home. Depression. Anxiety. stomach trouble irritable bowels. And hairy feeling on my tongue. I am just starting to walk again. Tinitus and severe weight gain.

Corona

The corona deep fills many hearts with fear. I fear for myself and those I love. The reason that I fear for myself is that I catch everything that's going around. I had a theory, and until today, I have kept it to myself. So now, let's throw the baby out with the bathwater. The coronavirus, I think, was man-made, and I said so last week. I think it was made to wipe out an enemy fast in a high-power war of fast fat cats. It may have been aimed at those who fight. Somehow, this virus hit out into the open air, and like a demon, it shadowed and attacked its first victim. From there on, it gained power, growing and traveling faster than Popeye could open a can of spinach. Maybe it was aimed to win a war; without dropping names, only the slowest would not understand who and what I mean. No, not made by America either. So now we sit, doing nothing but waiting for a vaccine to end this horrible situation. We also need to remember that panic buying will not save the next victim; it makes things a whole lot worse. Also, germs spread on things like shopping trolleys and door handles, along with money. These are ways this virus can and will attack. We need to now hope and pray like never before that a solution to kill this demon is found faster than fast. We need to hope we will be lucky enough not to be in its grasp. Our government, however, also needs to close our doors to people coming in from other countries quickly, to protect us and our children. The virus is sneaky and fast-moving. As my dad used to say, everything is written in stone; if our name is on it, we get it. Anti-bacterial handwashes and toilet roll panic buying are just not going to be enough. Toilet rolls? Okay, our nose may run, but our bums will stay clean. Yuk! Yet we live in hope that tomorrow a solution will be found to stop and kill this killer bug. We can't run; we cannot hide. However, we need to try and be alert to our actions. By that, I mean make a safe plan and try to stick to it. No hugging people we meet or golden handshaking. Kissing is a no-no too. Protect yourself. Nail down the hatches as our country and the world get ready for a tough ride. Someone in a science lab, help us to find a solution to return this demon warrior back to where it was born. We can't see it as it grows and sneaks up on us, but we can be aware that Corona is a killer. Stay safe. We all fear it, and it has arrived at the time of year when the common end-of-winter colds and viral infections are doing their end-of-winter run. We are told to self-isolate for at least 14 days unless you experience breathing difficulties. I myself have a viral infection I caught from my daughter; she had been tested for just a normal winter viral bug. I am still very frightened of where this alone can go, as I always end up with the chest infection bit of it. So I live in hope that this time, in two weeks or less, I will be feeling better. My husband is now moving into our spare bedroom. One good thing is I get my big king size bed to myself 😝

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Marie381Uk

I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️

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  • Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago

    I worked around a lot of people with the virus, I never caught it, but the vaccine caused me joint pains and breathing problems. We were lab rats. I hope you get better soon. Praying for you.

  • Interesting how much we all experienced globally during the pandemic: a cohesive writing group formed could be a healing process for many. I hope you getting stronger now. Great reflection here!

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