The Disposable Americans

From the beginning of the pandemic, I have felt disposable, like a lot of Americans. I was diagnosed with diabetes right before the pandemic. I had already had other health issues, but this has been the worst. So when Covid hit the scene, I knew I was in trouble. More than “normal” people, I knew I had to be super careful.

So for over 2 years, I and millions of other Americans with chronic conditions, have been running a race we feel we can’t win. I wake up every morning depressed, even though I am on Zoloft. It doesn’t get rid of that feeling of the wolf at the door, and there is nothing you can do about it.

During this time, the flippancy of people, who seem to not give a s-t about people who have chronic health conditions, has gotten to me.

The above sentiment has been echoed to me, time and time again. I am under age 45, so I am not “old” according to Covid standards. My elderly mother-in-law tells me I would be fine (if I caught Covid). She still thinks SHE will be fine if she caught Covid. But these seemingly “well-meaning” people don’t get I have underlying health conditions that I don’t talk about.