Bloody hell, it’s all a bit worrying, isn’t it. Talk about a changing situation from day to day at the moment – and I am increasingly concerned about working out what the right thing to do is.
Obviously, self-isolating is the safest course. But for 4 months or more?? Fucking hell.
Then again, I’m not convinced that a few extra hand washes is going to get anywhere near cutting the mustard with this Covid bugger either, especially as it is forecast to grow exponentially over the coming weeks.
My sister arrives tonight for a week’s stay – involving her meeting various tradesmen at her flat & house, to sort out tenant bits & pieces – and that alone brings a risk of contamination into the house.
Let alone my dear husband, currently sitting at Geneva airport, hoping to get on a flight home from a curtailed ski weekend – ideally minus the Coronavirus.
Intel says major caution is now needed. Clearly the Spain trip in April and Peru in May have already gone up in smoke, and that pretty much please into insignificance now we have to worry about staying alive.
Can you imagine the rather massive fucker of dealing with Myeloma for 11 years, and H now with Prostate C, and then some sodding invisible virus sweeping in from left field and doing the job instead??
H & I are both checking with our consultants what state our immune systems are in, as we don’t yet know for sure whether we are in the higher risk groups (with lowered immune system capability) or in the bigger, safer 60-70% of the population who will get this and survive. And that’s just based on the numbers as they stand now.
Hmm, chewing on this and trying to process it. Once H is back tonight, suspect we might have to make some decisions about the coming weeks – a stag night in Cardiff, dinner out and a dinner at ours being just this week’s three social events, on top of the usual dog walks and cuppas.
One of those days when you think “I could do with waking up in several months’ time when it’s all over’ – but guess we have all got some challenging times ahead – so here’s to any glimmers of hope and happiness as we all work out what’s for the best, and stay as healthy as we can do.
Much love to you all my friends – I’m never one for panic stations & palaver, but it’s a bit of a mind boggler right now. At least we have loo roll.. x