As I read on Twitter, “Outside is lava.”
Day five of being sick during a pandemic:
Stories of those who have recovered from the pandemic do not present consistent symptoms. Nope. No consistency. Truly. The nurse told me to call back if my symptoms change or worsen, and they have not. Whether it’s a cold or a flu or the plague, my relief that I’m getting better is equal to my alarm in still being down day five and equal to my hope that I don’t take a turn for the worse.
While I have anxiety disorder, many who don’t express fear and anxiety on par with my own. This is surreal and I know I’m not alone in struggling to grasp the magnitude of loss. I’m not alone in my rage. I’m not alone in my horror. You wanna talk about a time when it’s hard maintain an attitude of gratitude? Worry is much, much easier.
Overall, I am fortunate – today – right now.
My family is healthy and I am grateful.
Thankfully, my husband is stateside and housebound. I am glad he is currently earning income.
I am glad my children are the age they are. I wish I could reassure them, but I don’t have to lie to them.
Our pets are very very happy. Catticus has basically lived on this bed with me. For five days.
I’m grateful I have enough food. And tea.
I’ve realized that with a bit of furniture rearrangement, I could create my own work station at home. I hope that when I have the energy to do so, I’ll still have a job.
Despite circumstances, I have developed a sincere intellectual crush on Governor Cuomo. Whatta man.
Thankful for technology that allows THIS and all versions of this. Maybe it took me all day to do this, in shifts, but I brought a door!
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