CONVERSATIONS WITH LADY MORGANA

When COVID hit, I was under the false belief if I lasted five days I was cured, but I ended up with COVID PNEUMONIA which has a 50% mortality rate IF YOU GO TO THE HOSPITAL, which I refused to do. To LADY MORGANA's credit she did call the paramedics which I declined and did take me to an immediate care medical center which I threatened to leave a few times due to the long wait outside and inside. Once diagnosed, I went home with some antibiotics and meds for the cough, but when I consumed all, they refused to refill the meds and I still had COVID PNEUMONIA which involved coughing up BLOOD and being UNABLE TO BREATHE.

I was fighting for my life while being aware I might lose and die any minute, but LADY MORGANA seemed to take this all in stride. I even said that if I got COVID a second time, I would just kill myself because the pain and anguish was so great, knowing that reports were out you COULD get COVID more than once,

I was so exhausted from coughing up blood and being unable to breathe that I called LADY MORGANA over and asked her to sit with me thinking she would console me. After a brief pause of silence, LADY MORGANA sat down and said she thought she had COVID too and that when I died from COVID PNEUMONIA, she was going to throw out my extensive VINTAGE PORN COLLECTION.

I knew I could not let rage destroy me and that LADY MORGANA was deceiving, gaslighting, and baiting me, but whatever strength I had, I reserved to stay alive. Over time, my health improved and I began to feel better enough to feel RIGHTEOUS ANGER and BETRAYAL at how I had been mistreated and humiliated when I was DYING.

Things built up to RAGE and I felt I had to do something IMMEDIATELY. "What would a GREAT MAN do?" I asked myself.

LADY MORGANA was asleep in the bedroom so I grabbed a paper towel roll from the kitchen and wet it down with tap water. I entered the room in the darkness and threw the PAPER TOWEL ROLL with all my diminished MIGHT at the bedroom wall which struck with a dull thud and splash as LADY MORGANA let out a shrill shriek which cut threw the night.

I thought the neighbors would surely call the police and after roughly ten minutes there were flashing lights and five or six huge cops coming through the door with guns. If I had been buttering toast as the door opened, this story would never be told. I was given over a month extended vacation in recompense and had some time to ruminate over the matter at length.

Truth be told, I was not aiming at the wall.