I am healthy again! Suck it, Covid-19! And thank you to my wonderful East Village neighbors, who took care of me and my family while we were all sweaty and hallucinating. Since writing this Tablet piece, I have learned another way in which we were lucky. My husband Jonathan’s doctor was MIA when he got sick (RUDE) so we got health advice from my doctor and from my brother-in-law. The latter is a brilliant genius person who is a professor at Albert Einstein and has managed school-based health clinics in the Bronx and Montefiore Hospital’s Adolescent AIDS clinic and he is a mensch and a half.
As it turned out, Jonathan’s doctor was MIA because he himself was very sick with Covid-19. Had he not been, he would have told Jonathan to go to the hospital when his temperature hit 103 and his blood oxygen level hit 83 percent. (Of course we have a pulse oximeter. What kind of Jews would we be without a home pulse oximeter?) And, Jonathan’s doctor said, if Jonathan had gone to the hospital he would have been admitted. And as we know now, a hospital is a really bad place to be.
So we all lay around the living room wilting like clocks in a Dali painting and now we are better and I am coping with a massive Tablet redesign and feeling like the STUPIDEST PERSON IN THE WORLD for my inability to learn the new content management system. Maybe this brain fog is Covid-19 related, maybe it is perimenopause (fuck you, you sexist spellcheck, you should fucking KNOW THAT WORD), or maybe, as I mentioned, I’m just THE STUPIDEST PERSON IN THE WORLD.
Regardless, please enjoy this fine specimen of NYC firefighterdom, posing with a box of masks we found in our shed and donated.