William Vlach

Writing

The Second Wave

None of us wanted it, some denied it would happen, a few knew it would and prepared.     It came in a rage.  The last second wave that hit took out my grandfather when my father was in utero and I don’t think he, my father, ever recovered though recovery means you have had something before.  That’s why I was afraid of this second wave.  Things were quiet through the summer.  Some went back to the nearby pub, others had dinner parties; restaurants slowly opened.  Folks went to work.  I didn’t.  I knew.  I stayed in, washed my hands and wore a mask while I watched old noirs on the telly, occasionally switching over to the news, then quickly back to submerging myself into the flickering black and white light.  I’ll admit it.  I had become paralyzed with fear.  That first sign was a slight cough, then a fever, then no smell, then fatigue, massive fatigue.  I resigned myself to the end.  It was not going to be pretty.  But, as they say— serenity to accept what I cannot change… As I lay dying on the couch, TV off,  waiting, hypervigilent for the next symptom, I noticed the big toe on my right foot began twitching.  It wouldn’t stop.  I hadn’t read of this symptom.  I checked mayo.com and nothing like that was listed under Covid 19.  The twitching began on my left big toe.  Then both little toes.  I quickly contacted my doctor for a telehealth appointment.  By the time she got on line, all my toes were twitching and moving like Vlaidimir Horowitz fingers playing Rimsky Korsakov’s Fight of the Bumblebee.  I started to explain my symptoms, but my laptop flew off my lap as my knees began shake.  She ended up in corner in a clump.  My thighs slammed together, my butt jerked back and forth so hard I thought it best to stand up.  My chest heaved in a great breath, my arms spread and swung around in the air.  “Covid 19’s got me,” I yelled as my legs began to jump up and down.  My body twisted and turned.  My ears  rang and I began singing.  I quickly looked down and saw I was tap dancing.  My body was swinging and swaying.  I danced to the front window to look for help, looked out and saw the street full of gyrating, tap dancing, sashaying up and down the street proud bodies.  I joined them.

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