It is the working day like any
other (I know little about non-working days, but that day will be a topic
someday).
We are spinning into the
pharmacy, working, earning money for life, giving advice, try to help, even
when it is possible and impossible, giving answers even when it is difficult to
find them. It is one of those days, so hard and tiring. People are nervous,
gloomy, difficult. We wear masks, and that is unforgivable. However, we cannot
blame anyone for that, because we are all in the same skin. We are afraid of
coronavirus, and masks are above all obligatory, either we believe in corona or
not. We wear them and keep quiet. Sometimes we stumble because of our narrowed
(tunnel) vision (again because of the mask), but we don't care, it is important
that the head is on the shoulders, who cares for a broken leg, a dislocated
hip, or a few of bruises. We wear masks and mutter something into it, each for
ourselves, and we are all in the same skin (it may be full up skin), we are
under masks because of coronavirus (the head is in question). So we are wearing
our masks, talking, shouting, and every other sentence is, "Excuse me,
what did you say?" "Ibuprofen of 600mg, 3 pieces", shouts the
man hidden behind his mask (KN95-black), not at all surprised that we don't
hear each other well because it's because of the mask. We wear masks, fight for
the oxygen molecules, suffocate like fishes on dry land and repeat the
sentences a few times, just in case not to happen later: "I didn't
want ibuprofen, I wanted propafenone." Whatever we want to say, we have to
say it in a slightly stronger tone, as if we are angry, and we are not. We are
already wearing masks, that's all. Coronavirus is everywhere.
It is an ordinary day like any
other, a day during corona, we work, we fight for bare life, for a crust of
bread, for a molecule of air for thirsty lungs. And so on that ordinary day,
between the shelves I'm stocking, I came across a grandmother who asked me:
"Can you please help me?" “Sure, just tell me what do you need,” I am
saying under my mask. "Give me the medicine for corona," the sympathetic
lady said seriously to me. "Do you mean vitamins for strengthening the
organism and the immune system," I am saying, ready to present to her
everything that is on offer, and the most efficient and most favorable. "I
don't want vitamins, I already take it all, I want you to give me a coronavirus
medicine." "Are you covid positive? Did you go to the doctor?",
I start anxiously questioning her to help if I can of course. "I do not
have corona infection, but I want you to give me a medicine to take and be calm
and finish once forever with coronavirus disease." She is serious that she
can't be more serious, I realize in a moment smiling her with an invisible
smile (that smile remained under the mask) and I say: "Unfortunately, dear
lady, we still don't have a medicine for coronavirus". She was
disappointed, her eyes betrayed her, and I won't be able to talk about the complete expression on her face because he remained hidden under her mask and
buried deep in her soul and memory, I'm sure. I turned for a moment, and she was
gone. I thought, here's what CORONA
did to us. It's all because of her. We
want medicine for coronavirus!!!
Milica Blagojevic-Jankovic
