I didn’t lose the sense of smell with COVID-19. But I’m now aware that detecting (and recognising) smells is both a privilege and a skill. One that I neglect. I wish, vaguely and ineffectively, that I could hone my pathetic sense of smell. I was briefly in a wine club, and the sense of taste, […]
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Had my first dose of Covid-19. And now that I’m officially over Covid, I am preparing to Rest in the Face of Great Temptation.
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When I cough (because my throat is dry) my first response is not to have a drink of water but to leap to catastrophe mode: omicron. Poem.
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Today I explained to a friend my decision not to meet her for a few weeks. I didn’t sound rational even to myself.
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“O my friends protesting” is my gut response to a copycat Covid-related protest outside Parliament in Wellington. I’m feeling sad and bewildered.
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