Bored. Lonely. Afraid. Bored. Lonely. Afraid. These describe the good days. The good days because and other days I add angry. These describe days that I don’t talk about much. The days that it is best just to try to shift the atmosphere. Turn off the news. Pull the shades down on the images flashing across the screen of my mind. Put all my will into rewinding these confusing days and dreadful moments forever etched inside me. That is COVID to me. At the prime of my life that is what you, the pandemic have reduced me to. Bored. Lonely. Afraid. And sometimes angry.
But Alive.
I have always been in control. Bored lonely afraid angry replaced with lively enthusiastic driven optimistic. I lived in a world of good input good output. Expect the best out of each day..
March 3rd of 2020 started as any other busied day of my life. I had just returned from a DC trip and recently been invited to speak to high school students in Atlanta and give a speech to minority small business owners in another part of the city. Hugs, Handshakes. Pictures. Close encounters.
I remember one young Asian student wearing a mask when I spoke to her small group. She looked so unwell, pale, cough, frail. She said she had the flue. I politely asked her to keep her distance not wanting to get the flue myself. We stood close enough for a group picture but that was it.
Just under two weeks later, on the he evening of March 3rd, I was relaxing texting a friend while also playing Words With Friends. I asked my son to tell his father, my husband, I wasn’t feeling well. Over the next ten hours I became sicker than I care to remember. I made my husband swear a promise to me No Hospital. I had started hearing more of this thing called COVID and I knew just enough to plant that first kernel of fear.
At this time GA had less than 15 “reported” cases.
My feelings of lonely bored afraid would cascade from here. But first I needed to be fired. A COVID firing coming out of nowhere.
But Alive.
I have always been in control. Bored lonely afraid angry replaced with lively enthusiastic driven optimistic. I lived in a world of good input good output. Expect the best out of each day..
March 3rd of 2020 started as any other busied day of my life. I had just returned from a DC trip and recently been invited to speak to high school students in Atlanta and give a speech to minority small business owners in another part of the city. Hugs, Handshakes. Pictures. Close encounters.
I remember one young Asian student wearing a mask when I spoke to her small group. She looked so unwell, pale, cough, frail. She said she had the flue. I politely asked her to keep her distance not wanting to get the flue myself. We stood close enough for a group picture but that was it.
Just under two weeks later, on the he evening of March 3rd, I was relaxing texting a friend while also playing Words With Friends. I asked my son to tell his father, my husband, I wasn’t feeling well. Over the next ten hours I became sicker than I care to remember. I made my husband swear a promise to me No Hospital. I had started hearing more of this thing called COVID and I knew just enough to plant that first kernel of fear.
At this time GA had less than 15 “reported” cases.
My feelings of lonely bored afraid would cascade from here. But first I needed to be fired. A COVID firing coming out of nowhere.
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