Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Fifty Three: You violated the laws of physics, and Mother Nature’s a bitch.

A word, here, about censoring yourself. It is a given at this point that I love new experiences. Unfortunately it is also a given at this point that my love of new experiences will get me into trouble. I’ve talked about my memory issues before – at least I think I have, hahaha, get it? […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Forty Seven: This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.

Ow. Ow ow OW. My ankle hurts in a NEW way now, and it hurts all the time, but I am told this is good. Most people who undergo this procedure get the debridement in one or two places. I got it in seven. After the procedure my surgeon came to the recovery area and […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Three Hundred Thirty Two: America has finally produced a genius who can play the minute waltz in 50 seconds!

I got my first shot today. The experience was, I think, about as positive as it could be. I had to go to HUP – specifically to the Perelman Center for Advanced Medicine – so I could get my shot in what was, it turned out, a repurposed employee café on the 15th floor. I […]

Journal of the Plague Year, Day Two Hundred Ninety One: Let’s go to the Winchester, have a nice cold pint, and wait for this all to blow over.

A word, here, about things returning to normal. Today is day one of my quarantine. Well I suppose it is technically day one; in actual practice it is day three. I spent days one and two in my car. It was pretty amazing that I managed to travel a little more than a thousand miles […]