I’m done! I’m over it! To hell with social distancing and isolation! Time to return to my routine. Those were the words I’ve been screaming for two weeks after months of self-quarantine and social distancing. And then, Life, like it usually does, reaches back and delivers a roundhouse kick to the jaw and says “hold on cowboy, let’s be clear who is in charge and it ain’t you.” I became a statistic this past week when diagnosed with COVID-19, and while my symptoms have been moderate to date, I can assure you the virus is real, and it sucks. At my ripe age and with a history of bronchial asthma, COVID is scary to see on test results. I’ve come to terms with the fact that the road ahead is shorter than the one behind, but I hope I’m cruising on a freshly paved boulevard in an affluent suburb and not redlining on a pothole-marked dirt road in the inner city. The last week with COVID has felt closer to the dirt road. I would encourage all of you to take precautions and exercise good judgment and do your part to protect yourself and others from this virus. And when those you know contract the virus, have compassion, and offer support because it’s a lonely condition and the mental and emotional toll is as significant as the physical one.
Episode 8: Lunatic Fringe
Episode 8: Lunatic Fringe
Episode 8: Lunatic Fringe
I’m done! I’m over it! To hell with social distancing and isolation! Time to return to my routine. Those were the words I’ve been screaming for two weeks after months of self-quarantine and social distancing. And then, Life, like it usually does, reaches back and delivers a roundhouse kick to the jaw and says “hold on cowboy, let’s be clear who is in charge and it ain’t you.” I became a statistic this past week when diagnosed with COVID-19, and while my symptoms have been moderate to date, I can assure you the virus is real, and it sucks. At my ripe age and with a history of bronchial asthma, COVID is scary to see on test results. I’ve come to terms with the fact that the road ahead is shorter than the one behind, but I hope I’m cruising on a freshly paved boulevard in an affluent suburb and not redlining on a pothole-marked dirt road in the inner city. The last week with COVID has felt closer to the dirt road. I would encourage all of you to take precautions and exercise good judgment and do your part to protect yourself and others from this virus. And when those you know contract the virus, have compassion, and offer support because it’s a lonely condition and the mental and emotional toll is as significant as the physical one.