Health

I wouldn't sob into a hanky if they had what I had in March 2020. It sucked. I lost my sense of taste until sometime the next summer, didn't write down the day I smelled the first thing in weeks--a carrot I was chopping, of all things.

Yeah, I want them that inconvenienced. I want them to lose as much weight as I did because everything tastes like cardboard with plaster on top. I want them hacking and coughing and with a headache that doesn't respond to any drugs. Mostly, I want them inconvenienced enough that they catch a fucking clue and find something besides talk radio to listen to on those lonely long haul trips.