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Current Date: March 23, 3085
Character: Asim Amari
Race: Human
Age: 36
Current residence: New London, England
Despite my best efforts, my health took a bit of a downturn a week or so ago. I’ve spent most of that time in bed and it has been less than fun. Then again, any type of illness is less than fun but when it gets bad to the point that I have to remain in bed, I know better than to argue the point of things. My health, since the time in the cave, has been something I’ve had to keep a close eye on and while it isn’t always difficult, there are times, like this bout of sickness, that are much more difficult to deal with.
With passing years and a lot of mindful habits, I’ve managed to keep my wheezing to a near minimum. On the days when things are a little worse, but not terrible, I just make myself slow down and deal with things. There’s nothing else I can do to undo the damage that spending time in the mines has done to me. In a way, I consider myself lucky, I’m still alive. I could have died in those mines, like so many others, but somehow, I’m still alive.
When I get sick, which is thankfully not a common happening, I just isolate myself, I mask up and I ask Petros to mask up when he’s near me, as well as any others; it’s not ideal, but it’s for the best, all things considered.
There’s a lot I don’t remember from the week I spent bed-bound. I spiked fever, I struggled to draw in air, and I know that I should have likely gone to the hospital but I would have been even more isolated than I was here in our separate bedroom and while it might all be in my head, being able to be near Petros every day to keep my spirits up has helped me climb my way back up to health. They wouldn’t have managed to do anything more for me at the hospital than I was already doing for myself here, at home. And here, at home, there was no one judging me. It might have been years since the revolution, but some people seem to remember particular things best forgotten for eternity.
Of what little I do remember of the week, there were hallucinations. I don’t know if they were things I saw while I was awake, or while I might have been asleep, but they were strange things nonetheless and generally calling them hallucination makes the most sense of things, at this point.
Of these hallucinations, even now that I’m mostly back on my feet, one remains with me for the fact that it felt stranger than the others. Possibly because the people that were near me in that hallucination were people I had not seen since I was a teenager. There were others my age I had grown up around but had spent very little time with.
The point of what I remember of the hallucination is more or less why I spent so little time with them, even though it would have made sense that I hang out with that group as we all lived in the same neighbourhood, we were the same age, and we went to the same classes. Any time I would approach them, I would always be told that since I was hanging out with them, they had to always expect the unexpected. It was never said in a tone that meant anything good was about to happen to me, no.
Their version of expecting the unexpected came with shackles as though somehow, I was a magnet for terrible things to happen. The vague memory I have of them, coupled with the hallucination that felt all too real just served as a reminder that even when I was younger, I clearly didn’t fit in anywhere. It might have been my skin colour—it was a very pale neighbourhood and while I am not that dark-skinned, I was much darker than any of them—or it might just have been my accent, but they never truly cared for my presence with them.
As far as my memory serves, I don’t know that I ever spent any amount of time around them. I was too busy trying to keep myself from being bullied because, of course, even now, bullying was a thing, and they had a field day with anyone who was different. I learned to ignore them, as I learned to ignore a lot of things that could have caused me mental and emotional harm had I let them, and, in a way, it turned out for the best.
My life hasn’t been all rainbows and sprinkles, but I wouldn’t change the outcome at this point, my life is now perfectly fine as it is, sickness and the rest all attached to it. I make the best of what I have and Petros at my side makes it easier.