Covid-19, 3 Years On
Like everyone else, I have been through a lot over the past three years. Covid-19 has not been my greatest health challenge, which is the biggest surprise. In September 2021, I had a trip and fall accident, injuring one of my knees to the point of requiring surgery, and now, another upcoming surgery.
Through what is my own personal and greatest health challenge, I’ve experienced how taxed the healthcare system is, and has become. My doctor of 30 years retired, and a second specialist is soon to follow. I went to urgent care a few months ago and waited over two hours for a 10-minute examination. The staff is overworked, underpaid, and underappreciated.
I have gone out of my way to be kind to medical staff. They’re often shocked that someone is demonstrating polite behavior toward them. It’s sad to realize that common courtesy and decency have disappeared.
One thing that I remain grateful for is that I have spent more time reading, writing, and being able to enjoy those two pursuits much more than I was ever able to during my years of work in New York City. I’m two-thirds of the way through writing my first screenplay. The words flow more easily than they did in March 2020. I don’t think; I just write. The thinking comes when the editing does, after the writing is finished.
One of my losses, if I can count it as a loss at this point, is my deep love and connection with New York City. I live so close to it and worked there for many years. The advent of Covid-19 brought my time there to an abrupt stop, and my accident has all but finished the ability to visit the city in safety and confidence.
Yet, my last visit to the city was in November 2022 for lunch at the Freedom Tower. I was with others so travel in and out of Manhattan was not a problem. I enjoyed the breathtaking views and took a slew of photos. One I use as a screensaver on my cell phone.
I’ve made a habit of reading the New York Times, and the New York Post, every day. I want to quit reading the Post but feel compelled to check the level of crime. It’s a dirty secret habit I’m ashamed of. I use the prevalence of crime as my excuse for not returning to the city. I think the truth is, I no longer want to return to the level of stress I endured for the…