My lovely hairdresser was saying that the first week after they added masks to the visors she was having to take beta blockers all day to stop her freaking out that she couldn't breathe.
What kind of a fucking world are we living in when we are having to force ourselves through panic attacks and take bloody powerful medication to keep the neurotic contingents' face straight?! Or just pretty much living unable to access medical care or shopping for fear of the social shaming and mask vigilantees?! It's fucking ridiculous.
I wish wish wish I could wear the hateful things. I'd actually quite like having nice excuses to go wild shopping for pretty fabrics and all things haberdashery. I'd like to be able to just pop into Tesco on the way back from school like I used to do - instead of having to psyche myself up and either take myself to the point of absolute terror and feel off most of the day, or wear a fucking lanyard around my neck and cope with so many stares and glares that the lanyard feels like it weighs me down like a ball and chain. I don't get out anymore - it's grim. It's neverending.
I kind of hope they succeed in shutting the unis down completely - would mean I don't have to run the gauntlet of shame to continue my course. The eyes... the hostile eyes looking at me like I'm not worthy or human - it's me back on that operating table, shaking uncontrollably with shit beeping and me terrified I was going to die - and the medics only interested in the baby (I adore DD1 but her birth was appallingly handled) and that I was just an inconvenient complaining piece of meat. I feel like that inconvenient piece of meaningless meat again these days.