The Anxiety of this Pandemic is Debilitating, but I’m Still Here

Jayson Kristopher Jones
4 min readMar 14, 2021
Image by Randy Rooibaatjie from Pixabay

From the moment that I leave my apartment, it’s a constant game of chess between me and COVID-19. If I touch here, I can’t touch this. If I touch anything, I can’t touch my face. A mask. I always wear a mask. Triple layered or KN95s. But, not the ones that are fakes. Check the list. Get the ones that are approved. Wear it in public and with others. Wear it with those who refuse to wear anything. Remain diligent. Remain disciplined.

I am both and I cannot catch my breath.

Soap. Lots of soap. Wash for twenty seconds. Double it to be sure. Clorox Wipes. Lysol wipes, if you can find them, but you can never find them. Purell. Where’s the Purell? How could they run out of Purell? All they literally have to do is make more. How could they not make more? What does the dollar store have? Assured? Sure, I’ll take it. Give me as many as I’m allowed. Toilet paper. What happened to all of the toilet paper. Apparently, people shit a lot when they’re nervous. I’ll take what I can get.

Food: wipe it down. Household items: wipe them down. Spray the door handles, the steering wheel, car seats, couch cushions, even the walls. The walls? Yes, spray the walls because in the process of arriving home, removing my mask, and finding the nearest sink to wash my hands, I may touch the walls. We all do it. We…

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Jayson Kristopher Jones

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