“CDC eases masking guidance for 70% of the country…” And so begins a notification from my local news source that appeared on my phone last Friday.
Yippeee……. okay, no, not really. I know I’m in the minority here or wherever but I’m not jumping for joy at the guidance that lets us ditch our masks. I’ve spent nearly two years in an area of the US that has had the tightest safety restrictions and I’ve been okay with it. Until omicron came to town, those restrictions had kept me and my loved ones safe from Covid.
That pesky omicron did not care that we had spent nearly two years practicing the recommended and/or mandated measures and it quickly swept through our family. All except seven-year-old Beej were fully vaccinated. We were fortunate and no one was seriously ill. Everyone has fully recovered except for me. I cannot seem to shake this draining exhaustion. It seemed to come out of nowhere. I was symptom-free and moving on and then one day I woke up exhausted. Occasionally I will have a day where I’m not dragging myself around or falling asleep before 8pm only to wake the following morning feeling as if I just pulled an all-nighter. After five weeks of this on and off, I’m tired of everything.
I don’t want to go without a mask. I don’t want to do anything. I’m tired.
On Friday when I went into a school for a meeting, I was told that masks were optional by a person who was not wearing a mask. Instead of feeling appreciative of her kindly letting me know that I didn’t need a mask, I swallowed down a feeling of complete panic. Ugh. Now I had anxiety to deal with in addition to feeling so tired.
I understand that many people are excited to hear about the CDC’s launch of new recommendations. I’m just not one of them. Not yet.
Hope all is well in your part of the world!