Solitary man

On April 18 I was a solitary man and had been for years. I got up when I wanted to, ate what and when I wanted, went when and where I wanted, and spent as much time sitting by a rock by a river as I liked. Nobody seemed to care where I went—and that was ok with me! I was just a ghost with no conclusions in sight. From April 19 to the present I am surrounded by people (mostly wearing masks), never alone in a room. I’ve been tied down in bed for at least 2 days, regularly required to swallow more pills then I’ve ever swallowed in my life, squeezed hundreds of fingers, wagged my tongue, lifted my legs, and must say my name, tell my birth date and what sort of building I was in. I was never without one or as much as a dozen watching over me close enough to catch me before I hit the floor. Some change huh?