Perspectives: The Pandemic Year

A special post by Elizabeth Ksenia Ramos.

When dad asked if Deborah, Tara and I could write about our perspective of the pandemic year, our question was “collectively or individually?” He replied, “Whatever works for you the best.” A collective effort, that could turn into a very lengthy read. With so many irons in the fire too, a collective effort might be difficult to execute.

Easily, we could write about how the pandemic has affected our studies, our sport, and assorted other things that make us who we are. Definitely, we are opinionated. Mom, dad and Laurie have encouraged us to speak our minds. If we see anything unfair or wrong, say so. Occasionally, we have run afoul of crossing swords with our parents in this regard. Dad is more receptive about differences in opinion within the family confines. Deborah is very reasoned when she speaks her mind. Tara, she’s the listener. When she offers her opinion, Tara is very measured in her words. She’s much like Deborah.

I tend to fly off the handle. I can be impatient, argumentative, petulant and I can curse with the best. The f-word comes quite easily for me. Mom has said I’ll need to refine myself, especially if I’m going to be an MD. Mom says I’ve inherited her impatience and argumentative traits. “It’s in the Greek blood,” she’s said. The petulance and the cursing, mom doesn’t know where that came from. Nana told papa, “You know where it came from. Your sister, God rest her soul. The face of an angel, the swearing of a sailor.”

Which would you prefer? The triple X-rated version, the refined version, or a little of both?

The pandemic year, it has gone as best as it could have. Could it have gone better? You bet it could have. When George Floyd died, everything just came apart. It’s more than the racial divide, equality and inequality, who has what, etc. Everything came into ugly view. We are far from the people who we want to be, who we claim to be. The disagreements have come much too easily and rapidly. The common ground is shaky at best. It didn’t help we had a mother-fucker for a president who didn’t care about anything except for his fucking self. I apologize for my coarseness, but it’s the basic truth. (You thought I was going to use the f-word again.)

So few seem to know what they are doing. Laurie and her department seem to be the only ones who know what they are doing at University. Perhaps it is trauma’s can-do, never-give-up approach to medicine. They are a compassionate department too, in which Deborah, Tara and I had the privilege to meet more than once.

Over the next few days, Colorado will be drawing down their statewide mask order and ancillary restrictions, leaving those decisions at the local level (town or county). They are basing their decision solely on the availability of vaccine here in the state. Yet, they do not have the quantity to fully vaccinate everyone who wants to be vaccinated. They won’t get those quantities until mid to late June. They say it’s science. But, there’s nothing fucking scientific about the reasoning. Since I wear a medic alert bracelet and pendant for being allergic to penicillin, I was admitted for overnight observation when I had the J&J vaccine in early January. That was to make sure I wouldn’t have a bad reaction. I can tolerate the other vaccines pretty well. Mom, though, was fucking unhappy. And, when she’s unhappy, dad’s unhappy.

Knowing Colorado, dad doesn’t expect things to go well. Neither do I. We have stupid idiots running the state. (Yes, one can be stupid and an idiot at the same time.) Outside the Denver Metro area, most of the state was reluctant to embrace the COVID restrictions. Law enforcement said, nearly unanimously, the restrictions were unenforceable. It is a fucking big risk with only 15% fully vaccinated to draw down the restrictions and mask order. Those who are not vaccinated, they’ll be less convinced to be inoculated.

I pray to God they know what they are doing.

So, you want to know how my pandemic year has been?

Well, I had 15 wins in 15 starts last summer. Number 15 was the hardest. Deborah thought she had me. God knows how much I love my family and life. And, I’m doing okay in school. That’s how my pandemic year was.

The second pandemic year, we’ll see.

There is someone who is always depending on you.
You are their light, their reason.

About the author –

Elizabeth Ksenia Ramos is a third year student attending the University of Colorado School of Medicine. She is a 2017 graduate of the University of Colorado with a BS in Chemistry.

She is the most decorated equestrian in Rustler Riding Club history, winning Rider of the Year, Horse of the Year and Regulator of the Year awards on multiple occasions. Additionally, she has won multiple blue ribbons, and other placement ribbons, with Mr. Ed, Lilith and SAM: Secret Agent Man.

2 thoughts on “Perspectives: The Pandemic Year

  1. A lot in this post. You have done well to get it all in. And as for the f-bombs…. well they were used appropriately for the subject you were speaking about!!

    1. When I did my first read through, I wasn’t so sure. I thought it was meandering, a touch of venting, but dad loved it. I appreciate that you liked it. Also, I’ve worked hard to keep my cursing under control. Mom, dad and Laurie said they heard worse. For that, I am forever grateful. 🙂

      Thanks again. Have a great TGIF. – E

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