DAY THREE. FRIDAY

THE MYSTERY DAY! (see day two)

Call front desk, wait for guard to escort me to the lift desk, report my room number and name go downstairs repeat at desk by lifts on ground floor, cry be escorted to door, be shouted at by some newbies about ‘where’s your mask, where’s your mask?’ snap back ‘EXEMPT’ go past troupes of Indian guards to the smoking area, cry a bit more look at the the green bit decide it’s too cold in my flip flops. Repeat everything in reverse. When in room cry more,

I’m still trying to figure out what happened on Friday. It’s a lost day in the quagmire of misery. I’m going to look through my messages and piece together what happened. I know one day I had the awful news my cousin had had to have brain surgery after her second jab. She had a blood clot on her brain. Later I was told that after her first jab she had FOUR mini strokes. My empathy drained somewhat after hearing that she ignored everyone and went ahead with the second. I don’t think this was the day I heard this though. However this was obviously another huge blow to my brittle mental state but it stopped me from crying that’s for sure, for a couple of hours at least I was in shock.

It must have been a grim day because I know for a fact I didn’t stop crying for five days. After that it’s just a couple of times a day but my face is so mashed now and I only have the awful hotel body cream to use on my face too so I’m a scaly prune for the duration now. I kept meaning to call room service for some olive oil but everything takes such effort. So normally part of the day is:

Call front desk, wait for guard to escort me to the lift desk, report my room number and name go downstairs repeat at desk by lifts on ground floor, cry be escorted to door, be shouted at by some newbies about ‘where’s your mask, where’s your mask?’ snap back ‘EXEMPT’ go past troupes of Indian guards to the smoking area, cry a bit more look at the the green bit decide it’s too cold in my flip flops. Repeat everything in reverse. When in room cry more.

I know I must have felt totally drained after my meltdown the day before but all I vaguely remember is walking around weeping. No examples in my notepad of doing anything productive.

Oh of course! I must have got my results that morning! How could I forget! The pressure of the day before was somewhat released as it’s a huge hurdle. You have to start over if a positive comes your way. That’s why it’s a blank I was sedated by my outburst, then the relief and a lot of Diazepam and complete lack of sleep.

Then it would have been more of: Call front desk, wait for guard to escort me to the lift desk, report my room number and name go downstairs repeat at desk by lifts on ground floor, cry be escorted to door, be shouted at by some newbies about ‘where’s your mask, where’s your mask?’ snap back ‘EXEMPT’ go past troupes of Indian guards to the smoking area, cry a bit more look at the the green bit decide it’s too cold in my flip flops. Repeat everything in reverse. When in room cry more,

see day 4

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