When I was young, I hated Valentine’s Day. I was never a hearts-and-flowers person. I was a Depressed-Cynical-Black-Leather-Jacket person. Then I had a boyfriend who hated Valentine’s Day even more than I did, and suddenly I wanted the cheesiest cards and the tackiest flowers. It’s weird how that works.
I started making these illness valentines in 2018. They were so much fun to make that I planned to do nine or ten and possibly turn them into real greeting cards.
I made a few more in 2019. Then came 2020—the first part I spent cowering in my apartment, glued to the TV news and hiding from the constant ambulance sirens (you probably remember New York City was one of the original COVID hotspots).
The second half of 2020 was spent trying to get out of said apartment after finding toxic mold. Early 2021 was spent in PTSD Mode, staring at the walls of my new place, reading emails about how my furniture deliveries were experiencing pandemic delays (I had to get rid of almost all my possessions from the Mold Palace and start over).
But this year I feel a little calmer, most (but not all!) of the delayed furniture has arrived, and I’ve been out of the Mold Palace for a year.
Anyway, here is a new spoonie valentine.
I unfortunately have spent way too much money on high-end air purifiers. My apartment should feel like I’m at a ski resort breathing in clean mountain air at this point (it doesn’t—too much traffic and pollution outside).
These are the Valentines from 2018:
And these are the ones from 2019:
And finally, here is my first COVID one! Hopefully I won’t need to do a lot of these!
I wish everyone a great Valentine’s Day. 💚❤️💜💙