A month can be a long time. What is a month– thirty days, four weeks in certain months, and five weeks in others March, May, August)? A short time that can change your life around.
It takes a month for the moon to go through its cycles just as a woman goes through her menstrual cycle, a natural occurrence that keeps the basic essence of nature and future generations of the world go round. It’s also a regular time for paying bills, keeping appointments, and staying on top of things that could go awry.
A month ago, on May 15, Yuri and I were settling into our new digs, but things weren’t as smooth as we would have liked. Yuri started feeling symptoms eerily familiar to the year before, and we went to the ER after I became on high alert, anxiety edge. The ER doctor did not warn us of possible smoke particulates from the Canadian wildfires or the New Jersey wildfires that contributed to the polluted particles that affected his balance and more.
The following weeks added to our conundrum of what could be happening amid the move, the settling in, the dust we brought along with us, and the dust that needed to be cleaned out. Who really knows what the small contributions could be when we go about our lives to make our new home a home?
By the time we got to see our new primary care physician (three weeks later), he had already received three reports from the town’s ER and two hospital reports about Yuri before meeting us. The PCP got on it right away, but we suddenly found ourselves behind the eight ball with the most recent visit to Anne Arundel Medical Center in Annapolis.
Lab work reveals that the dragon is coming back. The autoimmune attacks triggered by the Pfizer vaccine are apparently on the horizon, or so the doctors are convinced. Likely, they say. Treatment is necessary. Pharmaceuticals that wreak havoc on the physical system. When do we get a break? One thing we know for certain is that we will remain on track to get out of this crazy situation without a stay in the ICU. Two times is hard enough. Third time is the charm? Third Act to happily ever after? What will happen a month from now? We hope for the best.
Recently (June 7th), a friend from back in the day, Peter Choma, passed away, but I’m not sure we will be able to make the memorial service this weekend. He was a special compadre who sent me the email about the Plast Camp reunion on April 25, 2009, when Kinderhook was playing. That was the night that Yuri and I connected and found our way to be together, now twelve and a half years. I will always be grateful to Petro for sending that email, “Are you coming?’’ I answered, “Yes, I am.” Vichnaya pamiat.
