Sean and I walked out of that antiquated exam room, through the chaotic waiting area, and into the elevators feeling nothing short of buoyant. “Someone should have been filming that appointment,” he said.
When he and I reflected upon what had made that encounter so powerful, we decided it was a number of things…
Charts of accumulated inches, photos of cars stranded, maps made beautifully daunting with colors, coded to show who’s got it worst fill our news feed and our consciousness. Even when our window shows only a dusting of snow and our own commutes are perfectly manageable, these images from elsewhere negate what we are actually experiencing, instead clouding our minds with fear that we will be next, that our data will be added to the charts, that we will become the next headline.
It is much easier to be hospitalized, homebound, grieving, depressed on a Tuesday than on days like this. For Tuesdays are not filled with expectations. They are not photo worthy. There are no hashtags.