The Musings of a Latte Queen: Narratives of Everyday Life

 Monday was a doozie for me. Well, for a lot of folks. First, after spending Sunday practically hacking up a lung, my husband got up Monday morning to take one of those home Covid tests. Yep, he is positive.  Vaccinated, boosted, and all that, but one slip up in the gym and it got him, so he is quarantined in the basement and I sanitized my already clean house and gave him the death stare if he broached the threshold from the man cave to the main level. Yes, I cared for him, fed him, gave him clean sheets for the rooms downstairs, clean towels for the bathroom that now only he can use, made tea, scheduled his cough medicine. He does not have a fever and so far, could still taste the food I made for him yesterday. He may get out of it relatively unscathed for a sixty-one year old man. No, I don't have it. I'm also vaccinated and boosted.  But I am hyper vigilant about wearing a mask, like everywhere. I order them, I get on my family's nerves about it and except for dining,...

There is a thing about pain that no one wants to talk about. It is that it is insistent, insidious, and inconsiderate. It shows up at the most inopportune times and completely alters your life. It causes shifts and seismic shifts in one's outlook. It is a bully. When I think about this season when all three monotheistic faiths are in the middle of the most holy observances - Ramadan, Passover, and The Resurrection(Easter) - I think about the experiences that many have felt and contemplate through their acts of remembrance, meditation, and gathering. I have had a busy few weeks and the time almost crashed into me - and I had to stop and think about some things. The first is the medical gaslighting I've been going through since May trying to get a diagnosis for the mind numbing stabbing heatwave electrifying shocks my body experiences daily. Stemming from a 36 year old car accident and sciatic nerve, damage to the L4 and L5, that resulted in crippling glass shattering moments of ...