1/
Tonight

Me: “Sis! I got your text. Damn.”
Her: *coughs* “Yeah. I feel like I got run over by a truck.”
Me: “How's your breathing?”
Her: “Bad cough. But OK, I guess.”

*coughing paroxysm*

Me: “Do you feel short-winded?”
Her: “No. Just worn down.”
Me: "Okay."

*silence*
2/
Her: “Dang. I would be the one to test positive for #COVID on the same damn day they start giving the vaccine.” *chuckles then coughs*

I wasn’t sure what to say to that. So, I let out a weak laugh, too.

Her: "Damn. This is kinda scary."
Me: *thinking* "Yeah."

It is.
3/
Her: “What should I do?”
Me: “Well, you’re already isolated. So that’s good.”

After that, I told her about supportive care, red flags and reasons to go to the hospital. As I was talking, she started coughing again. Super hard.

Me: “You okay, sis?”
Her: *coughing* “Yeah.”
4/
Right now, as of that moment when we spoke, she was okay. But the thing is . . . . I have no idea whether or not it will stay that way. So, when she asked me should she worry, I was honest.

Me: “I think it's good to appreciate how sick people can get with this.”

*silence*
5/
Her: “Girl, I should go review my will and make sure everybody has my passwords.”

She laughed. I did, too. Because it was a joke.

But then we stopped.

Her: “Damn. Should I do that for real?”
Me: “Most people do okay. But it’s always good to. . .”

I trailed off.

Shit.
6/
What do you say to that?

"Yeah, sis, get all your stuff in order just in case you have to get rushed by ambulance to a hospital for emergency intubation for 4 weeks."

or

"Yeah, sis, do that. Because you know folks are fine then they like hella aren't."

Some even die.
7/
I don’t have an ending to this. It is happening in real time. And it's ramping back up. Near peers calling me. Me feeling panicked but trying not to sound like I am.

~ 1 in 3. That’s the number of Black Americans who personally know someone in #the300K who’ve died.

~ 1 in 3.
8/
I wonder what the data would say about Black American physicians and text messages from those affected. 3 in 3 maybe?

Sigh.

I am worrying about my friend right now. I am also worrying about a bunch of other people, too.
9/
Add to this questions and concerns about vaccines. The stuff I have to do. And my kids in virtual learning environments at critical ages. And me not feeling too sure itfit's all okay.

Oh-and the inpatient service that awaits me Wednesday.

It's a lot man.
10/
Then I look at my watch and realize I haven’t seen a headline about somebody’s unarmed child being shot in a MIN-ute. So now I’m bracing myself and worrying about that, too.

Yeah.

What a dichotomous emotional ping pong today. A vaccine and a friend with COVID.

Damn.
11/
Her: “Kimberly, you BETTER be checking on me.”
Me: *not joking* “Adding you to my virtual rounds list.”
Her: *laughs* “Whaat? How many people you got on it?”
Me: “I got you on it and that’s all that matters.”
Her: *coughs* "But I'm your VIP."
Me: "Gotcha."

*laughter*
12/
Know this:

For us, words like "disproportionate impact" directly translate to . . .sorority sisters and roommates. Godfathers and play cousins. Siblings and barbers. And family.

Sigh.

Please check on your Black colleagues, okay? Because 1 in 3 is a lot.

That’s all. 🙏🏾🏥
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