Yes. I’m bored of being at home like most people. Yes. I miss my family. Yes. I miss seeing my friends on Sunday mornings over coffee and music. And yes. I miss my dad who I wish I could give a hug more than anything in this in world.
I have friends who are trying to plan social gathering indoors. Which at any other time of the year, would be fine and I would be happy to attend. But now? Now that I have asthma, I’m careful about where I go and who I visit with.
Other than my weekly trip to Superstore, I pretty much am at home. I finally saw my dad last week with my sister and it felt good to be social and out. But we kept contact limited and wore masks during the visit. We couldn’t even give my dad a hug.
I know some people who shall remain nameless, have been getting together all this time during isolation – every weekend. I’ve been so careful the past two months that I just do not want to risk getting sick over a dinner party.
Is it worth it? Right now? I don’t think so.
A family in Alberta of 10 people got sick from getting together indoors for dinner. The whole damn family. So, if we pack 20 people in one house for a dinner – that’s double the amount of risk.
I know I’m probably being paranoid. But I have asthma now. I don’t want to wind up like my mum and be on oxygen for the rest of my life. I don’t want that. I saw her struggle with it.
So, when I say, “thank you for the offer. I appreciate it. I do. But I can’t take the risk right now.”
That is me saying: “I’m not ready to be social. I don’t care what you do in your own home. But I’m not risking my health or my father’s health at this time. Please respect that.”
What I don’t need is angry or guilt tripping texts making me feel bad about my decision to stay home and try to stay healthy.
I’ll hop off my soap box now. But gosh. We’re into June folks. The worst of it is over. It’s too soon for gatherings. But soon – we can be together like we were in the old days.
But if I can’t see my friends on Sunday mornings to give them hugs, then I’m not risking it by attending dinner parties.
End of rant.
On the plus side, it’s a gorgeous spring day outside. The birds are loud. So are the sirens. And the city is out of diet pop. So, I might have to drink rum straight tonight. Because, damn it, I need a drink.