A week or so ago, we hit the one year anniversary of the first covid case in New York City. I also remember quite well the first covid scare at my clinic. Hard to believe it’s been a year. But it has been. And, my laundry closet is a funny reminder of what occurred this past year.
First, let me start by stating that I finally was able to order lysol wipes. It’s been ten months since was able to do so. Amazon kept telling me the item was unavailable. Its availability means two things: (1) supply chain has stabilized, and (2) people stopped hoarding items.
Now, let me get to my main point. I was indeed one of those who made sure she was going to be prepared for the apocalypse. I had pedialyte, gatorade, and a lot of soups. I also had a mountain of toilet paper. But let me note this. I had to. In the very beginning of this crazy new world, I had ordered toilet paper through Amazon as I often had done in the past. When I received a text saying my package had been delivered, I quickly rushed down. And, to my surprise someone had grabbed my toilet paper. I then realized this was going to be off-kilter for a bit.
I went on to order my toilet paper replacement and then some. To the point that I have not bought toilet paper since about August and I probably have enough to last me to August. I just realized that when I did my last round of laundry. I chuckled and wondered what item would be next in terms of mass hysteria.