This time last year my hands had worn raw. Fingers crusted and dry, seams cracked from frequent spritzes of Dr. Bronner's hand sanitizer — the only bottle we could find — which needled sharp pains into my hands countless times per day.
At that point, I was still (nervously) riding the subway and entering stores unmasked because experts told us not to mask-up. If I meticulously and regularly sanitized my hands, I believed at the time, then I was doing what I could to stop myself from getting the coronavirus. It literally hurt to make myself feel safe — how could I do this indefinitely? If you told me I'd be doing it a year, at minimum, I would've imagined my hands as tenderized meat. Read more...
More about Coronavirus, Culture, and Health
via IFmashable.com
0 Response to "We dreamed of the Before Times for a year. But how will COVID's scars haunt the After Times?"
Post a Comment