Bit of a sinking feeling all morning, especially discussing the friend in the ER. Makes folks mighty sad to think of being shut up in the hospital and any hated ones being verboten. This sinking feeling increased once neighbor-girl got in touch with me in a state of near panic; she'd gotten a message that our mutual ER bound friend had tested pozzed for cororo (I'm almost certain his rapidly declining health is in fact due to getting double-stuck with the ooze, but w/e). She wanted us and everyone close to rush off for wildly inaccurate "tests" to determine if we were guilty of symptom-less coof-crimes. I gave a flat and calm "no." to nostril dp after hearing her out and this just ratcheted up the panic. Stakes were raised, I was a bioweapon suddenly on the verge of killing all those near and dear to me, I was like a loaded machine gun (literally her words) in the middle of a packed store, I was a selfish monster. On the other end of the phone, I was as calm as could be with all of this being hurled at me for a near half-hour until she got exasperated and ended the call.
About 5 minutes later she called back to tell me that the pozzed diagnosis was not at all accurate, our friend was out of it and had not passed along proper info. She also wanted a swim and to talk to me before hand. At her place she once again resumed attempting to turn the screws on me to little effect, then she took the tact that I had hurt her feels by insinuating that she was "living in fear" (which I believe is actually provable by her actions). This lead to the waterworks being turned on, real horrible feeling having her sobbing against my chest but at least that seemed to calm her down. Did my best to restate that complying to the mas(k)querade and all subsidiaries there of was very much a line in the sand for me that I would have no problem dying for. Very abruptly she wanted to make up, so I took her to bed to read to her a bit more from Le Petit Prince, amusingly many lines of the chapter I picked up from immediately mirrored things she had said to me. Synchronicities out le wazoo.
Tearing up had left her tuckered out, so I left her to a nap. Weather was hot and clear. Beach was very full, with loads of boats and seadoos cruising about. Could barely find a spot to drop off muh stuff, but once I did I got into some very hot, clear and waveless waters. Swimming felt great and was a welcome distraction from the series of emotional extortions I had just undergone. Spent a good thirty minutes in then went to dry off only to see neighbor-lass had just arrived and was getting in for her dip. Waited around a bit and she came over once she was done looking to make up even more for what had happened earlier. I tried to take this at face value, but sitting and talking had something of a sour undertone to it as at certain points she was simply pumping me for drama-laden intell. Did my best to be calm and generous with my time and hate, but this is deffo an ill omen.