The Covid Diaries: Surviving The First Day Out of Quarantine Without Being A Victim

For you new readers , I am recovering from Covid . My husband and I both are . I had a mild case which was still pretty bad and he was much sicker .

I’m hopeful he’ll recover fully soon. There are many unknowns about this virus and that’s what makes me reluctant to join the rest of the population. I’m supposed to have antibodies but how many ? Do they know ? What if some of my antibodies are slackers and don’t feel like working? What if some of them don’t get along ? We could have problems there .

I’m out of quarantine now. You can be expected to say “hallelujah “. I can be expected to rejoice as well. Guess what? I don’t feel like it’s a celebratory event. I feel a little scared to be out in public. As if the last three weeks have permanently changed my DNA. Maybe I am altered in some unforeseen ways. Besides that pesky symptom of losing my taste and smell that still hasn’t returned, maybe there’s something else that is different about me. I’m going, to be honest, I don’t think I’m ready to see people .

It’s the rest of you that concern me . It’s the fact that the same people that passed this virus to my unsuspecting husband are still out there . My husband,who had a momentary lapse of judgement and didn’t ask the hairstylist to wear a mask got Covid . He still wasn’t sure if they really worked and nobody else was wearing one so … that means he might be right . I tried to see his reasoning. I don’t . But I see how it happened. I am angry at this stylist and the business for not doing their part in containing this virus . He’s not off the hook either . He skipped the mask too. Ultimately, he’s responsible for his own health .

Two days after his haircut and beard trim and he’s sick. Two days later we were in a fight for his life .While I can’t be sure this is where he caught it , I am sure that this is still a problem that isn’t just a fluke – it’s more widespread than that . This is the reason why this virus is still alive among us because we are not trying to stop it .

I’ll be the first to admit that masks are not stylish, comfortable or anything but a pain in the ass. But if you have anyone in this world that you would do anything for , you’ll try to save them . Wearing a mask for the ones I love is not going to ruin my day . Having to live without them is going to ruin my life.

For those who don’t know , I’m a nurse. What this means to me is that as nurses we are taught that nursing is evidence based . The evidence here says that while we wore masks , we didn’t get sick . When he didn’t , he did and passed it to me . I want you to stay well . I have a new love and compassion for people, especially strangers since the illness. Maybe that’s what has changed. Maybe I have become a more socially responsible person who feels that it’s my job as a covid survivor to share my experience in the hopes that you won’t go through the agony of the “what if’s”. What if my daughters don’t see their dad again ? What if I don’t get to say goodbye? What if this virus is how we both die ? I love you enough to not want this for you or anyone else, no matter who you are .

So , I’m going grocery shopping for the first time in weeks and I’ll continue with my mask because it makes me feel better. Safer . I believe it makes you safer . I have so many questions about covid and I’ll continue to work on stopping it so you can stay healthy .

Published by amylasater

And like a celebrity, I'm just like everyone else... I hope my readers will find my blog relatable to the idiosyncrasies , craziness and flaws that we all have. If you are perfect, I'm sorry and congratulations .This might not be the feeble attempt at a blog for you .PLEASE email me and give me your secret. It will save me a lot writing . I just read a piece about how my authors “ about me “page is probably boring everyone to death. I have always had a lot to say but my first claim to fame was in Eighth grade when one of my teachers read a story I had written to the class. I don’t remember what exactly it was about but the first sentence was “Coma. Unconscious. “. You see where I am going with this. My classmates were in awe. I was an instant star and most likely to write a book . And yet , here I am : boring you to death without a best seller . I need to change that.

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