When I first heard the word “isolation”, I thought, no big deal. I’ll be fine. I’m okay. I’m a hermit anyway. I’ll get through this no problem. It’ll be like an extended vacation.
But I’m on day five of this isolation business and I am not liking it. I think it’s more the fact that going out at all puts me at risk of getting seriously sick again. And I just can’t afford to have bronchitis. Not again.
I’m missing my dad. I’m worried for him. The residence he’s in is in full lock down. He does okay when he has company. But being on his own for an extended period of time is not good for his mental health. Not with the Parkinsons. I’m really worried about him. And I miss him.
Church has been cancelled indefinitely. Other than lunches with friends, which happens every few months, this is my number one weekly social activity. I get to see family and life long friends every Sunday morning. I also get fed on occasion with delicious Danish food.
I’m feeling cut off from the world.
I think it’s more that I can’t go out. Having the choice – that’s different. I can choose to go out. I can do things like go get a haircut or go shopping if I get cabin fever.
But take that choice away from me – and I’m not a happy person.
On the upside. It’s a nice day out. The sun is shining. I have the windows open to let in some fresh air.
I’ve been binge watching SHIELD which is a highly enjoyable show. I haven’t felt like playing the piano and I’m taking a few days break from artwork.
I have food. My fridge and cupboards are now fully stocked.
But get this. Superstore forgot to pack my toilet paper in the order. The clerk, normally quite good, tried to blame my friend who was helping her load the car.
I’m going to forgive and not put in a complaint given you know, the Corona virus.
But still. I’m now rationing toilet paper like its gold.
Maybe next week the world will seem like a better place. I need to stop watching the news.