It is strange to say “I am trying to maintain a normal routine” at the moment — nothing is normal right now—McDonald’s Ireland and U.K have closed their restaurants! So, yeno, shits hitting the fan.
I have seen people on their social media posting how to keep a routine in isolation. While they are trying to be helpful, it is hard not to be cynical towards them. Since the 12th of March, I have been trying to be “socially distant” as much as possible. Before the closures of schools and colleges, I emailed to say I wouldn’t be coming to class. And over the last week, I have been mostly at my girlfriend’s house in the countryside.
Over the last number of days, I have been trying to drip into my daily life some semblance of exercise. Going for walks, some jogging and now going to work out in the “home gym” — it’s just in the shed, it is spacious, and you can get the job done in there.
In the meantime, I have been working on my college work for college, which has gone pear-shaped. The timeline has been pushed back to accommodate the the “outbreak”. So, normal is hard to define in these times, especially now that mom is sick. She managed to get in contact with her GP this morning.
When someone gets covid-19, it is hard to comprehend the complications that come along with that. To put it in perspective, no one in my family drives besides from my mom. It will be several days until she will get a test and the subsequent results and we can only hope that she doesn’t get sicker.
My sister, who is also immunocompromised is also in the house with her 1-year-old son — that’s another complication. All of these things add up in terms of what to do, how to do it without contracting covid-19 ourselves.
Right now, all I (we) can do is plan. Hopefully, everything will work out.
Categories: Thoughts on my life