Remember when we had coffee last month and I said I’d been home for 12 days straight and kind of liked it? I spoke too soon. I take it back.
Covid-19 was in the background a little then. We were aware of it as a nation but not scarily affected. Well now it’s right in our face.
Up to last week there were still people irritating me by sharing unreliable statistics claiming it was only a flu, and we are all overreacting.
I wasn’t overreacting.
Other fools then starting bulk buying, thinking they’d never see pasta or loo roll again. Those things are the least of my worries.
I got my NHS letter informing me I’m ‘someone at risk of severe illness if you catch Coronavirus’. As someone that is concerned when they catch the common cold, has been hospitalised many times with chest infections, and was ambulanced for flu just this year, I had myself on the at risk list weeks ago. All the same, official confirmation terrified me.
I’m now receiving daily text updates and advice from the NHS. I’m unsure if this is comforting or anxiety boosting. Constantly reminding me of my fragility. First they tell me to pack a hospital bag, like illness is imminent. In a second breath they suggest I do sudoku to pass the time. These mixed messages and constant reminders are making me paranoid. There is an opt out option, but then I worry I’ll miss something.
It’s weird how from inside my house the world still seems the same. Until I switch on daytime tv or scroll through Facebook. I’ve been trying to do less of that though.
I’ve been eating blue cheese with Christmas chutney. It’s actually called that. I don’t know what day it is, the tv schedule is messed up and nowhere is open. I may as well act like it really is Christmas and maybe 2020 will speed by. If I watch Home Alone will everything go back to normal?
I’m taking advice from my cats. Don’t worry they’re not speaking and I’m not hallucinating yet. But they’re super chilled, worry free and experts at social distancing.
It’s hard to social distance when you rely on another being for your every need. If I stayed 2 meters from everyone I wouldn’t eat, drink, wash, move or breathe. Sitting in my wheelchair till mid June isn’t an option, as much as I may have considered it.
Mid June. That’s the soonest I’m likely to leave my house (unless I get Corona that is). That’s the soonest I’ll see my family and friends other than on a screen.
So those of you struggling with a few days inside. Who can still pop to the shop, go for a bike ride. Those of you who think you’re invincible. Stop whining and just watch Netflix for a bit. You might save someone’s life.
And those of you coming to Norfolk. Don’t. You didn’t want to know us before did you? Our nice fresh air and open spaces are quite attractive aren’t they?!
The clocks went forward this weekend and I hoped by some time travel magic we may have skipped a few months, but I just woke up earlier, to chirpy birds and more scary statistics.