How I am

[girlyswot]

This was a comment on someone else's blog, but it seemed like it ought to be here too:

It’s not days, any more. It’s weeks and months. It’s not lockdown, it’s just life. It’s weird and it’s normal. It’s quiet and it’s hectic. It’s staying home except when it’s going out. It’s knowing things are scary and it’s not knowing how scary. It’s staying the same and it’s constantly changing. It’s impossible to process and yet we’re constantly processing it.

If you’re getting dressed every day, if everyone in your household is fed, it you’re doing the minimum that your work expects or requires, you’re winning.

My friend and work colleague who was hospitalised with coronavirus a few weeks ago is home and recovering. Others who’ve had it but more mildly at home all seem to be getting better. But a friend of a friend has now been in intensive care for nearly 4 weeks and it’s not looking good. Famous people who I am sad about are dying. Not famous people who I don’t know are dying. Health care workers are dying, and in the UK, very disproportionately health care workers from ethnic minorities are dying and no one knows why.

I’m sad and scared, and fine and happy, and getting on with life as usual, and coping and not coping. We’re making plans at work but we’re not making plans because we don’t know what plans to make.

And I’m about half way through The Mirror and The Light, though I have had some breaks for occasional romance reading along the way.

Comments

[alithea]

Yes, I so relate to the both being fine and really not being fine.

I hope the friend of a friend pulls through.

[girlyswot]

Yes. It's sort of a rollercoaster, except you can be on the ups and downs at the same time.

So do I.