Fandango’s Provocative Question #126

It’s been awhile since I answered one of Fandango’s Provocative Questions but this one jumped out at me. You can click on the link to find out more!

“Are you fully vaccinated against COVID-19 yet? And if not, why the fuck not?”

Yes, I am fully vaccinated. It has only been one month and I was shocked to realize this. It felt like at least three or four months ago that I got my first dose. Wow! COVID time (as we call it) is SOOOOOO SLOW! No wonder I’m still having a difficult time feeling any sort of level of comfort without a mask and therefore not even close to going without. Especially as I see more people ditching theirs.

I have my own crackpot theory about a lot of the folks I see without masks. I think they are not vaccinated and just taking advantage of not having to be harassed about not wearing the masks. And I think the majority of the mask wearers are like me, vaccinated and cautious. My logic is that the antimaskers hardly wore masks when covid was running rampant through our towns- why on earth would they do the RIGHT thing and suddenly wear a mask now?????

I live in the Midwest- near Chicago. Our numbers are down and everyone around me is acting as if covid is gone. And yet, I spend most of my time with a six year old who is obviously not vaccinated. Maybe the odds are against me getting COVID and spreading it to him. But I can’t help but worry that I might. Besides, as long as he has to wear a mask, his closest adults are also wearing masks when out with him. This kid has been a covid rockstar- following all safety measures and wearing a mask for school and therapy without a word of complaint. It’s the least we can do. Besides, I want him to be safe. I would never forgive myself if I got him sick.

People are respectful of my decision to not burn my mask and attend the next 300 person party I’m invited to. My bubble people are slightly less cautious than I am, which means they have eaten in public places… but that’s about as wild as we have gotten here in my house.

Anyone who really knows me is not surprised by any of this.

Until next time, please stay safe.

-Kat

After One Year

I have found that as we passed the one year mark of pandemic togetherness that more than anything I crave my alone time. It’s a yearning so strong that it makes me ache. As Facebook memories show up reminding me of those early days of lockdown, they seem so distant. And really familiar. A year ago I wasn’t able to wrap my head around the possibility of what was happening. It was frightening. And stressful. One of the few comforts was knowing that it wasn’t only me. Everyone was struggling to find their footing in time when had found their life turned on its side.

I thought I did a fairly decent job of adapting to a new normal that included less contact with the outside world (which I embraced) and more contact within my safe bubble (which was good too until it began to get old). As time passed it became easier to see where people fell and anti-maskers and guideline breakers revealed themselves. It was disheartening to see who did not practice safety measures but were the first to complain often and loudly how things had to get back to normal. It still makes me angry. The numbers in our area (and probably many other areas as well) would have dropped drastically if people had just done what they were being asked. Instead the very people causing things to drag on were making life miserable for everyone else as well as themselves.

As the country and the world are attempting to open up, every location in a slightly different stage, I’m not looking forward to it. I’m finding that I’m more calm when I’m at home. And I can only re-charge when I have plenty of solitary time. After a year here with my bubble people, I find it difficult to block out the sound of them in the house. Usually this would be the opposite for me and I would be subconsciously redirecting their presence to background noise when needed. Now it feels as if I hear everything. I’ve come to realize that my bubble has become the outside world that I would come home to block out. There’s been a shift and while I struggle to deal with it, I find myself searching for patience that has been used up for far too long now. We are all in this together and I keep that thought in the forefront of my mind as I work through this latest realization.

I’m cautiously hopeful as I watch my Facebook feed fill with posts about first and second vaccinations. I’m happy for those who are vaccinated, especially because they seem to have a sort of lightheartedness and hopefulness that I have yet to feel. I am relieved and blessed that everyone in my family has either been fully vaccinated or have had their first dose with the second on the horizon. I’m the last person in my family standing – still unvaccinated for now. Being in the last group…the biggest group…. the everyone else in the world group, I know that my turn is coming and it’s coming sooner than originally projected.

We still have a ways to go before things will get back to a normal that feels anything like the old normal. And in our house, we won’t be rushing out to eat in restaurants or gather in large groups any time in the near future. We will be playing it safe for the time being. But we are hopeful for that time to come when we feel comfortable and until then, if you can’t find me, I’m probably hiding in some room with the door locked trying to find some down time.

Fandango’s One Word Challenge- Solitary

Stream of Consciousness Saturday- starts with “cal” CALM

Stay safe

-Kat