Woke up. Drove.
Got gas. And Covefe.
I always get gas on Friday.
Almost called out from work.
I feel like a squished cockroach.
I’m sure I’ll survive
But I don’t like being this tired.
I’ve lost my happy place.
I know it’s here.
I just have to find it again.
Right now, I’m chalking it up to COVID.
I did this. Months later,
No mold. No change.
Some people need to learn this as well.
Sharing face masks with the other nurses.
I hurt all over
And I’ve lost my faith.
In the universe-
And everything and everyone in it.
I’m trying to not be mad.
Or sad. Just need some “me” time.