
Today I found my friend crying outside the chemist.
It was early. I was walking the dog and my partner needed medicine. He has a neck pain that’s been flattening him. The world might be gripped by the crisis of our times but people still get neck pain.
We’re not meant to be going outside much, but unit-dwellers without gardens go for walks. We give everyone a wide berth. We fret about people patting our dogs. We smile closed-mouthed smiles at those we pass and sometimes, inexplicably, hold our breath.
So I met my friend outside the chemist. She was in active wear, no make-up. Usually my friend has a huge smile and eyeliner for days, but these are quarantine times, and she was crying.
She couldn’t get her Ventolin. She has two kids, and she’s not the only one in her family with asthma. The chemist doesn’t have any. None of the chemists anywhere near us have any, because frightened people have bought it all. The tired and busy pharmacist was not particularly sympathetic. My friend was standing outside, social distancing, waiting for her prescription for her asthma preventer to be filled. And freaking out.
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