The Long Haul and Cabin Fever…thinking out loud
I’ve been thinking about the long haul of Life with COVID-19. Bottomline, I really don’t want to contract it, it’s too dicey of an outcome at my age. Even if things go well, I’m still looking at a long recovery time. Like a couple of months. So for my hubby and I, we are waiting for the vaccine. That’s a least 18 months away.
Whoa, you say. Since Bob works from home and has been, he will continue to do so. I’m retired so we have the option of staying home. New cases are racking up faster than testing capacity. New York is one of the current hot spots but we live close to Houston. Which is the fourth largest city in the US, it’s only a matter of time.
Things could change the long haul if the masses have availability to a blood antigen testing so we know who is ‘recovered,’ plus COVID-19 testing is easily gotten by the masses, and healthcare isn’t taking place in a war zone. Plus there has to be some sort of treatment plan for those that contract the virus. Plus the masses need to still practice social distancing, hand washing, and mask wearing. That’s a lot of ‘ifs’. On top of all of that, the masses don’t want to do the social distancing and mask wearing. It will just make it harder for the economy to restart. It could also stall if the predicted second wave hits.
One of the reasons why we moved to the Galveston Bay area was because I used to get ‘Cabin Fever.” I don’t do snow. I felt isolated during the winter months. I was having issues with concentration, irritability, and wasn’t motivated to do much. I didn’t have depression or fall into hopelessness, I took a vacation to someplace warm or birdwatched. I know it sounds weird, but those birds helped a lot. But as soon as I could get outside, I did.
The only time that we go out is to the vet’s office or if there is an emergency. That leads me to the point…what am I going to do for the next eighteen months? I can’t stay inside or on the patio for that the length of time.
I hear a little meow…Daisy Mae is calling for the person with thumbs to give her some food.