Mar. 12th, 2020 12:12 pm
Pandemonium
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I want to remember yesterday as the day I pulled my head out of my ass regarding COVID-19. Up until then, I'd been following the news but not really assimilating it. I certainly hadn't come to terms with how much this will disrupt things going forward. Literally my biggest concern on Tuesday was whether the date I was planning with a cute boy for a month out would still happen or if the performance we're planning to attend would be cancelled.
I'm in a good position: stable job (our employer just announced the libraries would stay open even as classes go remote), money in the bank, friends who can help, etc. But I'm worried about all the vulnerable people I know who aren't. At lunch, I almost asked my server what her employers were planning to do if they had to close for a few weeks. Would she be okay? But I didn't because I didn't know what I was willing to do for her.
When I got home, I called my family for reassurance. Sis didn't answer but I reached Mom, who told me Sis had offered to pick up necessities for her so she wouldn't have to go out at all. "Self-isolation" is practically a way of life for Mom these days anyhow; she only half joked about using the time to work on projects at home. It helped allay my anxieties somewhat.
Or so I thought. This morning my bowels were so upset I only made it into work because I had an 11 o'clock meeting where one of the two main agenda items was our preparations for weathering the pandemic. I feel strung out and tonight's game session--which might've provided some stress relief and companionship--is cancelled. I'm not sure I'm ready for the loneliness of the weeks ahead.
I'm in a good position: stable job (our employer just announced the libraries would stay open even as classes go remote), money in the bank, friends who can help, etc. But I'm worried about all the vulnerable people I know who aren't. At lunch, I almost asked my server what her employers were planning to do if they had to close for a few weeks. Would she be okay? But I didn't because I didn't know what I was willing to do for her.
When I got home, I called my family for reassurance. Sis didn't answer but I reached Mom, who told me Sis had offered to pick up necessities for her so she wouldn't have to go out at all. "Self-isolation" is practically a way of life for Mom these days anyhow; she only half joked about using the time to work on projects at home. It helped allay my anxieties somewhat.
Or so I thought. This morning my bowels were so upset I only made it into work because I had an 11 o'clock meeting where one of the two main agenda items was our preparations for weathering the pandemic. I feel strung out and tonight's game session--which might've provided some stress relief and companionship--is cancelled. I'm not sure I'm ready for the loneliness of the weeks ahead.
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