Chronicling the Days – Emily Brown

In April 2020, we invited writers in Quebec to submit a story of a single day during the strange, uneasy time of coronavirus and pandemic, of social distancing and self isolation, of lockdown and quarantine.

We’re thrilled to announce that these stories have been gathered in Chronicling the Days: Dispatches from a Pandemic (Guernica Press). To learn more and buy the book, please visit

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This piece is by Emily Brown, writing on Wednesday April 15, 2020.

Photo: Creative Commons

The day starts as it always has done since my thyroid was removed, by placing a small blue pill on my tongue and washing it down with water. Only now when I glance at the remaining pills, stacked at the bottom of their little pot, I’m reminded of the fear I had four years ago, when I first became reliant on a drug to keep me alive. What if society collapses, pharmacies turn to wastelands, and I’m forced to start breeding pigs for their thyroids? It seemed like a pretty implausible possibility then.

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