I haven’t done a TEOTWAWKI journal lately.
I mean, what is there to say?
We’re in the midst of a pandemic, the response to the pandemic in the USA has been and is being mismanaged by both incompetent leadership and selfish people who refuse to wear masks and take appropriate precautions, all in the name of “my freedom” and “I refuse to live in fear”.
Race relations in this country have sunk to a terrible low.
And don’t get me started on the coming election.
Like probably all of us, I feel weary and burdened. I struggle with feelings of depression, of being buried under the weight of everything going on in the world, and also being buried under the weight of dealing with everyday life. I am grateful for the work I have and for the money I can earn. But sometimes, carrying everything is exhausting.
Monday, the five letters, two numbers, and hyphen that have come to define our lives hit home.
My husband called me and said that he’d been exposed to someone at work who’d tested positive for COVID. He was sent home immediately. At the moment, he is quarantined in our home office. This is Wednesday, his third day of quarantine; which is why this is Quarantine Edition, Day 1-3.
He is showing no symptoms. Neither am I and neither is our son. At the time of exposure, he was wearing a mask, as was the other person, and they were both practicing social distancing.
The odds of any of us getting sick are low. But he is going to have to be tested in a few days.
Since the rise of COVID numbers in my state, I’ve made sure to wear a mask when I go out and have my family wear them also. I wash my hands. This past Saturday, my son and I went to a gathering at our church. It was outside, we all wore masks, and when we sat down, the chairs were six feet apart.
Today, I had an appointment with my ear, nose, throat doctor to make sure that I was doing OK with my CPAP. I called the office yesterday to tell them that my husband had been exposed, and when I said that my husband was quarantined in the office, that he’d worn a mask when he was at work, and had practiced social distancing, the office person said that I was at very low risk.
When I went there today, they asked me if I wanted a COVID test, and since I was there, I decided to do it.
They use a swab and insert it into your nose.
A long swab.
Inserted WAY up your nose.
I said after it was over that that test seriously cleared out your sinuses!
I will know the results by Friday.
(As far as the CPAP is concerned, I’m doing okay. I use it every time I go to bed.).
So, life in my house consists of going to necessary places and coming immediately home, wearing masks, working from home (my husband was cleared for working from home even before he was exposed; he was at the office due to problems with our WiFi.).
And I need to get my son ready to start back to his program. And figure out what to do when his program ends in February. (We are in the system with Vocational Rehabilitation, and there are other options available.).
This will not be an encouraging entry. Outside events and internal issues have drained me. Just like the vast majority of us on this earth.
Instead of being snarky, today’s theme song reads:
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it
It’s the end of the world as we know it . . .
And I don’t feel fine.
Just my .04, adjusted for inflation.
