Friday at the Thai restaurant picking up the chef’s special. This is what I’ve been doing pretty regularly on Fridays and then I catch the frequent bus which takes me to my streetcar.
Today was freezing with a harsh wind and I was underdressed. The wind howled through the bus shelter ten minutes, twenty, thirty, forty. The bus eventually came and it was packed. I just barely squeezed in there.
The bus driver was in a chatty mood and I was his person. Why were the buses so delayed today, I asked. The transit commission has let go all of the bus drivers who refuse to be vaccinated and today was the first day of the ruling. Ok then.
Don’t even get me started.
I had COVId and was in hospital for three weeks on a ventilator, the driver told me. One of my passengers was sick with it and then I got it, he said.
My wife was pregnant with our third child then. I slept in the garage and washed there too to keep my wife and kids safe.
It’s been over a year since I was on the ventilator, but my throat still hurts from it. My chest still hurts. I feel like someone is squeezing my left lung in a fistful of knives every time I breathe, he said.
I got home eventually. It’s been three hours or so since then and I am still defrosting. My skin is still chilled.
Sadly, I had been neglecting my non-caffeinated teas for a long while and this one got shuffled to the bottom of one of my Project Sipdown baskets.
However, this is all milk-chocolatey deliciousness and a wee bit of banana sweetness, even after all this time. Delicious. And warm and wonderful.
I really need to drink Anne’s honeybush blends more often.