Tag: Covid-19

Day #100

It’s official. I have been in self isolation—quarantine/lockdown/seclusion—for ONE HUNDRED DAYS!

The time is actually longer, as the last time we were out, was Saturday, March 7th, for my birthday lunch at the Cachon Dingue restaurant. Where I remember having the most delicious eggs bene with home cured/baked ham and pan-fried potatoes and onion. And free drinks: a Shirley Temple. I felt like a kid again, a princess.

Five days later, on my actual birthday, Thursday, March 12th, our province and, in fact, the whole of Canada, went into lockdown mode. Everyone was told to stay home, where possible, and hunker down for the duration. Humanity’s greatest menace, to date, was on the loose, and tens of hundreds (at the time) were losing their lives.

Although we now know this could end up being worse than the influenza outbreak of WWI. As hundreds of thousands are now dead, world wide, and millions are infected with corona virus. And still, despite some people’s best efforts, the scourge is not totally in check. Even in the best intentioned countries, like New Zealand, when attention waned, and people became complacent about enforcing the mandatory 14 day quarantine for two ladies visiting from London, to see a dying relative (which no doubt swayed someone to do something stupid) these two ladies were let out of quarantine, early, and without being tested.

And we all know how that ended. It ended NZ having rid their shores of COVID-19 by reintroducing it to the country. And now, no one knows just how many might have been infected by these two women driving 400km (800km round trip). They are, in effect, back to square one.

Meanwhile, here, the numbers have not flattened, the curve has not been maintained, and mostly the elderly are still the worse hit by this insidious disease. We are, in effect, the leaders at something … and as a province you would think we would be ashamed of this milestone, but no. I see it from my balcony every day. People outside in the little park adjacent to our buildings, all without masks on, socialising without a care in the world, like they think they’re all immune to dying.

So ask me now, if I am willing to go another 100 days staying inside, in the confines of my apartment. And I’ll tell you, YES! Yes, I am, and yes, I will, if it means waiting it out till we either have a vaccine or people start listening to the experts warning against wilful, selfish behaviour and understand the ramifications of their actions.

No, this is not AIDS. We all know AIDS has no vaccine either, but unlike AIDS, a sexually transmitted disease, COVID-19 doesn’t need people to kiss, swap bodily fluids, or, have sex. It’s in the air you breathe in close proximity to other who is not wearing a mask, and in the cough and sneeze you cannot be bothered to catch in your elbow. And it’s as deadly as Ebola on a good day for far too many people with compromised immune systems.

Just ask someone who’s survived a mild case and they’ll tell you, it’s like living through hell.

So once again, let me tell you, yes, I’m willing to go the distances, for as long as it takes. I have infinite patience when it comes to waiting this out, I just wish others did as well.

100 DAYS and counting!

Update Day #25

It’s just coming up for noon, midday here, and I’m already exhausted. We were both up early this morning, what doesn’t help is tossing and turning all night long unable to switch off. Reason? Grocery delivery today. I never realised how such a simple thing could induce such worry in me, till now.

Why? Because of what might be brought into our apartment, unbeknown to either of us, as we unpack and stow every thing away.

So, I was wide awake at 5:30ish going over a decontamination process for our delivery, wondering (a) how to wash it all with soapy water, whether that was feasible. Or use clorex bleach wipes, and if that would make a difference. And (b) if I were over reacting? Which, quite possibly I am.

But …

The numbers have been steadily rising here, in our province. Whereas they’ve started to subside, somewhat, in other provinces, and we’re still being told the worst is yet to come. Which they told us last week, and the week before, which would be over the following, that in turn never happened.

And yet? We’re told our province has the best numbers of people staying at home, and heeding the don’t go out order. But here we are, with well over 5000 infected and almost 200 in ICU.

I know.

I know these are still good numbers compare to most, but my fevered mind at the crack of dawn wasn’t having it. And I was setting up a full-on military style decontam area at the door that even my dear dad would have been proud of, thinking of how I could implement a negative pressure space, and how to process everything.

Needless to say, by the time we both sat down for breakfast, these plans had gone out the window and my partner had talked me off the ledge. So that when the delivery guy did arrive from IGA, with 2 trolleys loads, I had relented to rubber gloves, clorex wipes, and a drying station.

We’ve put our tinned good and packets on 24 hours isolation, in the corner by the door.

And you, how are you coping with deliveries? Going all out crazy mad, or doing little or nothing?

Whatever your choices, stay safe out there, and I hope you don’t get sent ranch dressing instead of miracle whip, or baby laundry detergent instead of cold water wash!


Update Day #21


Can three weeks be classed as a milestone? I don’t know. But it sure feels like it should be. And what’s even more weird is just how long March felt like. Or, as some bright spark on Twitter said, “March has been the longest decade of my life.” And they’re not wrong, either. Each day seem to stretch into an eternity, each hour a millennia, and each minute moved as if on a geological time scale.

And yet. It’s only been three weeks since my birthday.

That in itself is shocking. And with the potential for this pandemic to go 2, 3, or even 4 months or longer, can you imagine how old everyone is going to feel coming out of this long dark tunnel? We will all be stood there, blinking into the bright light realising we’re still alive, and that it’s still only 2020 and millions might have died or been infect by then?

I can only hope that I can get through this, just as I hope everyone I know and whose lives have intersected and touched mine, get through this. And that by Christmas, we’ll be living in a whole other kinder society, with more understanding and tolerance. But a part of me, the side that’s stuck in shadow today, feels this may be just the start of things to come. And because we didn’t heed the experts back when MERS and SARS hit, we haven’t made enough preparations, haven’t made enough of an effort or begun to realise, this could be the new norm.

Life with yearly pandemics. Our whole way of life abruptly cut short, or curtailed.

That thought scares me more, at this moment in time, than stepping outside right now, because the plausibility let alone the possibility is something we need to take seriously, and now.

Yes, as I think you might have guessed, I’m struggling today, like so many of us. I think I need to take a mental health day today, and go do something indulgent. And you should too.

Take care everyone, and stay safe out there.


Update Day #15

My partner went out yesterday. They went to do a really quick snatch and grab at our local corner store, within our apartment complex. We’re six interconnected buildings (by tunnels for winter use).

And now? I cannot tell you how many times we’ve washed, showered, and disinfected everywhere, and everything in sight. Yes, including spending a good 20-30 minutes wiping down all the groceries with Lysol disinfectant wipes. All before they came into the apartment. I even sanitised the door handles, front door, trolly, and all kitchen surfaces.

I went to bed exhausted last night. This is not just physically and mentally draining, but emotionally too. We now have enough food (bar perishables) to last 2-3 weeks more before the next recon out!

Even so, we’re both stressed that my partner had to go as here, in our humble province, our infected numbers tripled in a week, from 300+ to over 1000+. Yes, that’s because they are doing more accurate testing, and tests that had been waiting in the queue finally came back positive.

This is because of the lag between people being tested, analysed, and reported on. About a week’s turnaround, which means numbers always seem to jump on an almost 4-5 day cycle.

My partner saw only two other people in the store, other than one person behind a counter, and the person on the till. And one of those people approached my partner and then, the stupidity of it all. Handled a baguette they’d picked up for our lunch. Okay, it was INSIDE a plastic sleeve. But that was it. My partner said they lost it, refused to take the baguette back, and loudly for all to hear, made sure everyone present knew what she’d done. It was sheer panic. Not to embarrass an older probably lonely person, but in an effort to try make her understand the severity of what she had just done.

The worker behind the counter bagged the poor baguette and, I’m guessing, binned it.

It was silly, and under any other circumstance would not have causes such a stir, but in the times we now find ourselves, things reactively got a little out of hand over the simplest of gestures. But this only goes to highlight other larger, more dangerous incidents happening in supermarkets. People defiantly coughing over 35 thousand of dollars worth of fresh fruit and vegetables (US), which all then had to be disposed of.

So I ask you, what would you have done under the circumstances?

Stay safe out there, people.

Update Day #14


Okay, this is really not the kind of banner I ever thought I would be celebrating. I mean, I’m in quarantine for crying out loud. Self distancing still means being able to go outside, but now, our provincial government is begging (upon possibly being fined) for everyone to stay home, stay in (where at all possible) and only venture out now, for essential supplies.

So now it’s no longer Social Distancing … but more like ‘House Arrest’. Okay, I know I’m being dramatic here, but I want to make a point. No, we’re not being given ankle monitors. And no, none of us have done an actual crime. We’re here though, at this point, because people are still refusing to comply with requests to self isolate.

So now?

We’re ALL under house arrest, kids, families, grand parents, singles … except, essential services personnel.

Let me stress this, I’m thankful for the government finally making people stay home. Because, as we all know in the end, it’s all for the best as we try to squish that damn curve into some semblance of a gentle slope for everyone’s sake. So we can stay ahead of becoming the next Italy or, horror of horrors, worse!

Still, last night, watching the news for the first time in days, I wanted to rush out and buy the biggest, most powerful cattle prod on the market, and start herding up the dickheads and idiots with a swift prod up the damn arse!

Maybe then, they’d get the message.

Please, people, heed the warnings, stay inside, stay safe, and look after yourself and your families, and we’ll get through this.