Monday, April 13, 2020
I read a tweet that said high BMI is currently being used to exclude fat people from ventilator treatment due to the pandemic shortage.
I seize on a memory of multiple Burger King drive-thru workers threading their arms in and out the window to hand me a credit card reader and stylus, a soft drink, a large bag of food, extra napkins and packets of ketchup, and then abruptly withdrawing.
I always reimagine this memory as if I’m on the ER table, multiple doctors and nurses and anesthesiologists threading their arms across me to hand each other wires, tubes, tape, surgical implements, and then abruptly withdrawing just before I too withdraw.
I’m in the park and two kids are racing their mechanical dunebuggy across the dirt infield of the baseball diamond, kicking up a cloud of dust.
I’m on a video call with my communications colleagues and at the end of the meeting, which ran long, nobody seems to want to leave the meeting.
I’m in the backyard sitting next to my wife, the dog is nearby in the grass, the afternoon sun is on our backs, a ladybug lands on my cheek.