I left the house today & donned my mask to protect me from a highly contagious virus that& #39;s killing people across the globe. Disinfected my hands to ensure I didn& #39;t contaminate my house.

And I marvelled at being in a dystopian sci-fi future best suited for big box office movies.

I also ate fast food for the first time in 8 months. You know. Before the next spike in cases. When 1/2 the staff or more will be returning to schools. And when winter comes.

Because I& #39;m immunocompromised. And I get the sense I& #39;m not the protagonist of this film.

In fact, whatever numpty is writing the script hasn& #39;t given much thought to my background. Is it one condition? Two? Maybe four, the doctor will suggest. But she can& #39;t get any of it tested. Because the virus. *tappity-tap-tap-tap*

(there is no big climactic end to this thread. Just wanted to write it down because I feel like everything is SO unreal, we feel the near-constant stress of it but it& #39;s like you forget too. And we& #39;re missing it, somehow.Even while going through the motions of proactive behaviour)