Quarantine continues and I’ve been so lucky to be able to spend it with such an amazing person.
If you don’t know Meg she’s an absolute badass, 120% my kind of people and we’ve been making the best out of the quarantine together. Also, she’s the love of my life if you didn’t know. We were both sick very early on during this and it put us out for some time but we’re back at it. Meg is a nurse at NYU her floor which is typically orthopedic post-op has been converted into a COVID_19 positive floor treating the sick during these trying times. She is also the lead nurse at Restore Hyper wellness which I had the pleasure of visiting this week to get my first vitamin IV which Meg gave to me. It was absolutely amazing and if you’re interested in living a healthier life please check them out and use promo code Atticus … jk jk idt they have promo codes. I’ll link their website here because if money was no option I would be at this place twice a month taking care of myself much like a barber visit but I’m bald so I shave my own head and I’m poor so I have to take care of my own health.
As my buddy, Gavin put it “couldn't I just “mainline” airborne because I can’t afford a Vitamin C IV”.
Pure genius we’ve beaten the system. (Don’t do that)
Back to my story.
I go to Meg’s work to get my amazing IV and these pressure bags on my legs and then I go to take the subway home…
2 hours and 20 minutes later I’m back in Brooklyn from FUCKING MIDTOWN. (normally 40 minutes tops)
The trains are running and I know non-essential people shouldn’t be working but please tell me why we’ve throttled down train service to the point that subway cars are still filling up with people?
Wouldn’t a little more regularity decreased the amount of close contact with strangers?
Which brings me to my next point.
The city now more than ever is left with homeless people and addicts.
No shade to them I understand they live here too but holy shit you do not want to be seen outside after 7 pm and this varies depending on which neighborhood you’re in.
Mine, unfortunately, is Bushwick and not L train Bushwick but J-train Bushwick where people are peddling half-ass masks like hotcakes and the crack heads still shit on the sidewalks.
My local Bodega sees only a few regulars amongst the panhandler in front of the store.
I can imagine that my daily chop cheese is keeping them afloat.
My roommate hasn’t been back in a month and I cannot tell you how excited I am for things to get back to normal.
Until then I am going to start documenting this strange part of history more regularly as well as continuing my gratitude for my health and for being able to spend this time with someone I deeply appreciate and love.
I hope you all are spending this time with loved ones.
All the best,
Atticus
