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.