Can This End Already
I am tired of this pandemic.
I was diagnosed with a genetic condition called cerebellar ataxia four years ago. Which is a pain in the ass. It took away my walking hence I could not get to my gym hence bidding farewell to my gym body. Sigh.
If you don’t have a gym body in Sweden, you are most likely depressed or worse.
One of my favourite characters on TV is Doctor Now of “My 600 Pound Life” on TLC. You would have no work if your clinic was located here.
(Hollywood; don’t all try to come to Sweden now, you would have to learn Swedish first. Or maybe they will let the language requirement slide. It depends on what His Majesty decides. Americans: Sweden is not Switzerland; they give out Nobel Prizes in our capital city Stockholm. I think the Obamas have been to Stockholm for a prize.)
LOL.
I digress as usual.
2017 was my “COVID-do-not-take-things-for-granted-lesson”. Which led me to taking the time to stop and smell the roses. I find pleasure in the tiniest of things; trying out a recipe on YouTube; buying ingredients for it, watching it flop, getting a google maps notice that my reviews are popular with 1200 views,(seriously google with all your millions, could you hire me) taking pictures with my new camera phone or sitting on a bench observing Swedes.
Swedes are the most good-looking, stylish people in the world.
If you see my neurologist……..
I think I have hit on him shamelessly; anaemic, unhinged at the seams and all. He reminds me of my late Dad; terrorizing the poor nurses who all wanted to marry a doctor.
And my joy was just entering a bus and staring at them looking at their phones with air pods in their ears. Or being accosted by tall model like looking sales assistants when out buying sneakers. Like so hot you can’t breathe. And the boy is selling me sneakers.
I am so superficial; my DNA setting is to flirt with beautiful people. Ask the Swedish police. LOL. Epic story for another day.
COVID has taken this away. Everyone is indoors. Hiding.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
I am starting a series on the reasons why we could have we pissed God off so bad that He has refused to end COVID 19.
They are not the actual reasons, but let’s speculate.
I live in Sweden and Kenya and these articles only apply to them.
Due to a lockdown in Kenya and rising COVID cases my next article applies to my country of origin.
PS2. I am going to be authentic in my writing this year. I have been trying to please you all and not write things about me that would cause you to be insecure. It’s a new day. We have a pandemic. You also did not like me when I was top of class in Kenya, and I was following orders, now I will give you a valid reason to hate me. LOL.
GEEZ. MY immediate family will soon need secret service protection at the rate I am going.
