I’m not sure what to make of all this Coronavirus hysteria, but yesterday I went to my dermatologist and my precancerous skin cells are not responding to treatments, so now I have to do a four week treatment that is going to turn my face bright red around week three, and I am supposed to stay in doors for that entire week. Like I’m a vampire or something. Perfect timing! That’s some real self quarantine I get to look forward to.
I think to myself what is more stressful, cancer-face or corona? I’m trying to remain calm about the Coronavirus and am upset about this pending skin situation, but if I had to pick which out of the two concern me more, it has to be the skin situation. I think not fully knowing how my skin will react to the treatment is the hardest part. Just like the Coronavirus, not knowing what will unfold is unnerving. It also doesn’t help the matter that after my dermatologist appointment I stopped by Whole Foods and it was a zoo. Lines were out the door of people with tons of baskets stuffed with food. I walked down one aisle and it was empty of pasta and thought hell no, I don’t have time for this, so I left. Oh, and I witnessed a fight over toilet paper among customers break out on my way out the door. When I walked to my Vespa in the garage, two people were getting into their cars wearing gas masks. Not face masks, gas masks. When I rode the elevator home this guy had so many cases of bottled water that I couldn’t help make a comment that I drink tap water to which he replied, “Tap water in this building is filled with disease and bacteria.” “Yeah, I’ve been drinking it for over a decade,” I said.
When I stepped out of the elevator I thought if that bacteria water hasn’t killed me that’s a good sign of a strong immune system. When I walked into my loft, I opened my fridge and had my usual cheese supply and plenty of tap water on deck. When I opened my cabinets I had a fair amount of hot sauce stored so that’s good. I sat down at my desk and I looked out my window at all the homeless people for I live in Downtown LA near Skid Row, and so must have had a lot of expose to multiple bacterias over the years so that’s good too.
So here I am with no food supplies, one roll of toilet paper, cheese, tap water, and hot sauce.
I’m good to go.