My Reader might have thought I was making light of this virus in my last blog post. I would like to tell you that although this is a serious situation we find ourselves in, I need to laugh because if I don’t, I’ll cry. Let me explain why.
If Husband in a hurry falls victim to this virus, I may die. I am a 61 year old woman who is completely disabled, unable to get out of bed in the morning without help from my HIAH. I can’t stay in bed for 7 days because I will be riddled with bed sores, which opens another can of worms. If he has to self-isolate then I have to be there with him. As an MS Warrior, I have compromised immunology. Even though I don’t want to be, I am fearful of what this might do to me. My eldest daughter wants me to stay in for the duration of this virus and how long’s a piece of string?
I have never been afraid, terrorism, for instance, has never stopped me doing the things I want to do. In the 1970s the IRA were bombing pubs in Southampton but they didn’t prevent an occasional visit to the local hostelries. I’m not fearful of going to London. A terrorist won’t stop me from visiting Regent Street in case a machete-wielding maniac was to wreak havoc. However, COVID-19 has succeeded in making me very nervous. I hate feeling like this, afraid to visit my relatives, afraid to shop and unable to enjoy the sun now that it’s finally here. I know this has affected everyone’s lives, people have had to cancel holidays, weddings and concerts. I don’t want to be selfish, but I haven’t seen my parents since Christmas, or my eldest daughter’s family. Part of me wants to defy the pandemic, my heart says ‘stand up to it, don’t give in’ but my head has to overrule on this occasion. What if I passed on something without knowing to one of my loved ones? What if I picked up something and found myself leaving this world earlier than I’d planned?
We are all frightened of coughing anywhere, even in our own homes. That little tickle in our throat that would have been so easy to expel is now swallowed because it might be seen as the start of Corona. Women of a certain age are worried that the hot flush which is menopausal, could be a temperature increase.
I have an idea for our Prime Minister. All our workplaces, shops, concert halls, cinemas and theatres should have antibacterial hand gel dispensers, like those you see in the Doctor’s Surgery. We may be in a long battle against this virus and we need to rethink our whole way of life if we’re going to win.