A Week With COVID

Days spent in isolation with COVID

This might seem like an odd topic to write about and I hope by the end, there is a little understanding for what i was/am trying to achieve here.

Last Monday, after arriving home I did a RAT (test) and the result was positive. My daughter also did the same as was positive. For her, because of me, events that had been planned through the week were no more. For the next 7 days, both she and I would be confined to our rooms, only allowed to leave (escape) to go to the toilet or bathroom and then back to our rooms.

Normally, I will do most of the cooking; the laptop on which I am writing this resides on a small desk in the living area. This week that was normal was no longer. No longer able to walk out to kitchen to make something for myself, even to get a biscuit. Going outside to check the mailbox or even to feel then sun shine down on me was not to be. Work is the laptop sitting on a chopping block on the bed with me lying in bed (back against the wall) and after the while the back begins to ache. There is little chance of doing 10,000 steps a week, let alone a day. Human connection becomes virtually non-existent, save for family and the odd phone call. Yet this is vastly different to being able to walk the streets and seeing OTHER people.

There are many thing here that I have (if not “we”) take for granted. In a previous time, I had been given homework by my psychologist to write a gratitude journal and in the pages presented in Google’s search results there would be examples such as going for a walk, the sun shining, feeling a breeze against my skin, etc. At that time it made no sense to me and perhaps depression might have something to say about that also. I cannot speak for anyone else, but I feel it is only when something is taken away from us, that we appreciate what we had. Something as simple as having the sun shining upon me, giving me warmth has new meaning!

Before I wrap this up, there were some positives in this week. I was able to get some reading done among other things I felt I had to do, and this time alone provided the perfect opportunity to be able to focus on certain tasks.

I guess the moral of this story is being able to recognize what we have, to appreciate these (small) things and take the opportunities to embrace these when presented.

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