The world is changing rapidly. It was never a stable place to be complacent in, but the last couple of weeks have shown me just how you cannot take anything for granted anymore.
I've now been in isolation for nine days, and it's not been too bad, in all honesty. For someone like me at least. For someone who craves solitude. For someone who hates crowds, small talk, talking in large groups. For someone who wants to escape from their job. For someone who might want sometimes to escape from life.
In fact I have always been like this. In the early years it was accompanied by a deep feeling of depression and self-loathing. These days it just comes naturally. Solitude. Peace. Self-reflection time.
However tomorrow I must venture out into the world in order to have my monthly blood test. I'm a bit worried about that to be honest. Hopefully it will be over in a matter of minutes as I don't need to see a consultant this time.
R left London last night for Sussex, concerned that there might be a coming lockdown in the city. So far that hasn't transpired, and it makes little difference to me, stuck as I am in my own building. I do miss him though. I miss our weekends together. But we still talk, that is the main thing. He is badly affected by these events, anxiety and worry being a main part of that. I so hope we all come through this soon.
Earlier this evening I caught the photo of my Grandma in the cabinet, smiling proudly on the day she reached her 100th birthday in 2010. It reminded me how she survived the Spanish flu in 1919. As an eight year old she lost her hair as a result. Her mother, tied between looking after her and her husband who was recovering from a gunshot wound from the War, left my grandma to be cared for by her aunt. I've often wondered why a mother would leave her sick daughter, but it was desperate times that, until current world events unfold, might we not understand.
Last night I opted for voluntary severance from my job, The LT had put a lot of pressure on employees to choose between unpaid leave, sabbatical or that. I chose severance as my escape hatch. I've not progressed in my workplace for some time now. My looming operation in the past few years put me off moving but now is the right opportunity. Not perhaps the right time, but the right opportunity. Let's see how that works out.
For now I follow the news, the economy, my pension; I work, whilst I still have my job, and I talk over the phone. I'm also cooking a lot, which kind of relaxes me. And god am I cleaning!
As I mentioned earlier, I look forward to the time that we can all come through this sudden whirlwind that has blown apart lots of people's plans, and in fact devastated many families. I hope it can be tamed quite soon, and we can all be free again.
I've now been in isolation for nine days, and it's not been too bad, in all honesty. For someone like me at least. For someone who craves solitude. For someone who hates crowds, small talk, talking in large groups. For someone who wants to escape from their job. For someone who might want sometimes to escape from life.
In fact I have always been like this. In the early years it was accompanied by a deep feeling of depression and self-loathing. These days it just comes naturally. Solitude. Peace. Self-reflection time.
However tomorrow I must venture out into the world in order to have my monthly blood test. I'm a bit worried about that to be honest. Hopefully it will be over in a matter of minutes as I don't need to see a consultant this time.
R left London last night for Sussex, concerned that there might be a coming lockdown in the city. So far that hasn't transpired, and it makes little difference to me, stuck as I am in my own building. I do miss him though. I miss our weekends together. But we still talk, that is the main thing. He is badly affected by these events, anxiety and worry being a main part of that. I so hope we all come through this soon.
Earlier this evening I caught the photo of my Grandma in the cabinet, smiling proudly on the day she reached her 100th birthday in 2010. It reminded me how she survived the Spanish flu in 1919. As an eight year old she lost her hair as a result. Her mother, tied between looking after her and her husband who was recovering from a gunshot wound from the War, left my grandma to be cared for by her aunt. I've often wondered why a mother would leave her sick daughter, but it was desperate times that, until current world events unfold, might we not understand.
Last night I opted for voluntary severance from my job, The LT had put a lot of pressure on employees to choose between unpaid leave, sabbatical or that. I chose severance as my escape hatch. I've not progressed in my workplace for some time now. My looming operation in the past few years put me off moving but now is the right opportunity. Not perhaps the right time, but the right opportunity. Let's see how that works out.
For now I follow the news, the economy, my pension; I work, whilst I still have my job, and I talk over the phone. I'm also cooking a lot, which kind of relaxes me. And god am I cleaning!
As I mentioned earlier, I look forward to the time that we can all come through this sudden whirlwind that has blown apart lots of people's plans, and in fact devastated many families. I hope it can be tamed quite soon, and we can all be free again.
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