You will all think I am crazy: What we are doing to avoid COVID
Listen.. this is not a post I am deciding to write lightly about. The last thing in the world I want to hear about, or write about is COVID, but even people who are VERY CAREFUL, socially distancing, and doing all of these measures health officials say will help them, are catching it.
Long story short, there’s no magic solution that lets you go out and enjoy life to maintain mental sanity, whilst staying safe.
I am sorry. It’s the truth.
It is simply not possible. There is simply no other way around it because every time you step outside of your home, you are taking a risk.
Is it a small risk? Yes. But it’s still a risk.
Obviously you’re going to wear a mask… but droplets can enter via your eyes, and these mist-like, microscopic droplets are so fine that they hang in the air for hours. HOURS.
So you could arrive maybe 5 hours later, and catch the tail end of a wisp of a misty COVID sneeze of some sort that just happened, and poof. You are with COVID.
Even if you wear goggles like we do, there are spaces around the goggles, so unless you wear SWIMMING goggles that stick to your skin, there is a chance it could waft into your eyes.
The harsh reality of it is this:
You need to stay TF away from people as much as you can.
All people. Everyone.
Even if you wear a mask.
The virus doesn’t travel on its own. It travels on HOSTS. On PEOPLE. And a lot of them show zero symptoms so you can’t even tell.
From interactions, from ALL OF IT, if you want this rate of infection and your risk of catching it to be AS LOW AS POSSIBLE.
How far are you willing to go?
This is how far we are going, and even with this, we have a very slim chance of catching it, and I am writing all of this not to shame anyone or to be smug but because I am scared and anxious about catching it, and am putting it out there of how far I am willing to go to not get it.
- We meet no friends or family. Ever. I am refusing to meet up with anyone.
- No eating out in any place. Ever.
- No takeout of any kind – droplets can be on the packaging itself.
- No one leaves the house except for two reasons: (A) buying groceries and (B) medical appointments, period. My partner only leaves the house twice a month (bi-weekly) to get food.
- Mask AND GOGGLES when we leave the home. Mine are these cute ones that look like glasses… that I can use again when I work on things, so it isn’t just for COVID.
- Yes, this means Little Bun has not left our home since March.*
- All letters and packages stay in the hallway for 2 weeks so any droplets die in and on them.
- No more raw foods. Everything must be cooked or boiled, which makes me very sad right now.
- My partner disinfects EVERYTHING that comes into the home with rubbing alcohol.
- My partner finishes cooking, then disinfects THE ENTIRE KITCHEN. Every. Single. Time. So he cooks once a week and it takes 5 hours for what would normally take 2 hours because he’s constantly disinfecting and stressing.
- Travel is obviously out of the question.
- No in-store browsing or shopping for anything non-essential; I do it all online and I am loathe to shop at stores where I have to do returns in person (The Bay, BYE BYE.)
- Homeschooling, no question about it. Schools are a hotbed of infections.
Even doing all of this? We can still catch it.
We weren’t as strict as this at the start, but now we are FULL ON unable to take any chances with the rising cases, and more people getting infected because of the re-opening of schools and people going back to the office.
No more shortcuts.
There is hope
I am so… so… happy there is a hope of a vaccine.
Goodness knows WHEN I will get it, and when this will all be over (2022?) but there is hope. There is hope, and I am relieved that maybe things can go back to normal in a couple of years.
Think about how much worse it could be
During wartime, people had to stay inside with no lights to not give bombers any signal of a city or a place they could bomb.
People had to stay in attics and stay quiet, in fear of being found and hauled off to concentration camps, not to mention condemning those in the house to death for helping them.
These, are far worse scenarios than just staying inside, comfortable, with the internet, entertainment, home deliveries of things like books and so on, and being in a NICE apartment, to boot, not even one in the basement but high up so I have lots of natural light and a view.
Not to mention the lack of financial stress which is something I despair over when I see people talk about losing their jobs, not being able to cover bills, moving back home, divorcing, small businesses closing.
WE ARE SO LUCKY.
I have to remind myself constantly. I have been in a deep funk because of it like everyone else, I am not immune. I am stressed, I am slightly anxious all the time, and I feel even more stress when I have to leave, as much as when I come home “Did I bring it back? Will we all get sick?“…
In a way, I want to say: Deal with it, it could be worse and it isn’t permanent, to anyone who is complaining about basic measures, you know?
It will be over some day in the NEAR future, so… just need to breathe and make it through.
*Little Bun’s Confinement Note
He stays safe inside, and he is fine. Even mentally.
You have no idea how I am struggling with this.
I am distraught over him not going to school, not having interactions with other children (he was looking so forward to making friends in Grade One like the TV shows told him … LOL…), and I feel guilt each time I think of how he has to stay inside and not leave the apartment.
We have already had COVID cases in the neighbourhood and in the local school (yes, the one he would have gone to), and one in the building that I suspect no one wants to ‘fess up to but she suddenly had to take a leave of absence for a month…… which is very fishy.
Kids go to the parks all the time, spreading the COVID germs (I do not care what health guidelines say, if you are a living, sentient, moving and active being or animal, you are capable of spreading COVID no matter your age or physiology.)
Adults SUCK AT SOCIAL DISTANCING.
Adults SUCK at remembering to be careful.
How can we expect children to be any better?
We talk about the virus all the time, and he is mentally sound for now as he is a homebody.
I check in with him all the time. We have a book on anxiety called: The Worry (Less) Book that I think is wonderful for children and adults alike (great tips), that we got from a friend.
The only thing he misses are: Grandma in Toronto (we go every summer), riding the subway trains and parks. We have taken him out on the balcony when the weather was nice, and that was good.
I check in with him all the time. I talk to him like an adult about the virus, and I explain about how Mommy has a health condition (my lungs), and how we do not know how this virus will react. I tell him not to be scared, that HE will likely be fine, as he is still young and it doesn’t SEEM to be hurting children or killing them, but Mommy and Daddy (because of age) is high risk.
He understands, and is quite adult about it. I am sorry, but he jus has to learn that this will suck for a few years and then it is over and we won’t take things for granted, and get to see Grandma.
So, he’s resilient, and seems… fine. We don’t normally go out often anyway, so maybe that’s a relief.
Also, in Montréal, people are less careful and even give you strange looks when you’re wearing a mask and goggles.