It’s hard to believe I’ve been in quarantine and working from home for 45 days now. I never imagined I would go through a pandemic. On Friday, my boss announced that although the state was starting to open up this week and let some businesses go back to work, we would not have that luxury. Instead we should prepare to work for home, not only for the rest of April, but also through the month of May. I’m okay with working from home to a point, but after this many days I’m ready to get back to my routine and see co-workers in person as opposed to seeing them through the Zoom app.
As the state prepares to open back up this week, they are only allowing restaurants and retail stores to open; however, they can only open at half capacity and with lots of guidelines to follow. This first opening will be phase one and if the number of cases doesn’t increase over the next 14 days then they will go on to phase two. There will be a four phase opening and it is not until the last phase that the state wants people to go back to work that have been working from home. I’m eternally grateful that I have been able to work from home and continue to draw my full paycheck. I was paying to park in the parking garage, but I canceled that and will be charged for April even though I was never on campus during the month.
They are asking all residents to wear a mask when out in public. Not sure how that is going to go over with everyone, but just in case some stores will not allow you to enter without one, I have dug through my fabric scraps to find material to make us each at least one. I’ve resisted wearing one until now as I don’t see the purpose as it will not prevent you from getting COVID-19 if you’re exposed. To me it’s just a way for people to hide their identities. My boss also mentioned that when we do return to work we may be required to wear one, so since I know how to sew I can at least make me some cute ones. Always look on the bright side.
The one thing I don’t understand with the government, the ones determining all of this, is that they will not allow hair salons, nail salons or tattoo parlors to open up until phase 3 and then only by appointment. However, they will allow gyms and bars to start opening prior to this same time frame. How can a bar be safer than a nail salon? Some of these people are gonna really need a hair and nail salon in another 6-8 weeks. I’m wishing I had gone to the nail salon myself before they locked it all down, but at the time I didn’t think the government was going to go off the deep end and close everything down. In addition, I’m ready for my next tattoo as I ha e finally decided what I’m putting on my arm. I have an old tattoo that needs to be covered. It has taken many months agonizing over this to decide what I want and now that I have made up my mind I can’t get it done.
I have had a lot of time to sit and ponder and wonder where I see myself in the future and what I would like to pursue and in doing so I decided to make my photography a priority. I’ve been looking over some of my portfolio and I have some wonderful portraits to be proud of. I have received multiple compliments on my work from people who are not family that has helped to inspire me to put myself out there and see what happens. If all I get is a couple photo shoots a month, it will be a great way to fill my time and do something I enjoy.
I hope all of you are making good use of your time in quarantine and not going too stir crazy. Feel free to drop me a line or two and share what you have been doing and your plans for the future.
My day starts around 6:00 am as I like to get up and have time to myself before the rest of the house gets up. By 7:45 I’m signing into my computer at work so I can get my workday started. Some days are long and boring and seem to go on forever while some go by fast. Other than working from my house, not much in my work life has changed in the last six weeks that I’ve been at home.
By midweek things seem to be running together and I usually forget what day it is. Talking with others let’s me know that I’m not the only one that feels this way. Although I talk to co-workers through email and Skype almost daily, I still miss being in their presence and seeing people. Last week I went to the office twice, which was a mood booster. Just being able to get out of the house and see that there is still life outside these 4 walls was good.
My weight loss is at a standstill, which is all my fault, but it still affects how I feel about myself, but not enough that I’m willing to make the changes that will make a difference. I weigh myself every other day to make sure I’m not gaining any weight. On a positive note, it shows me that I can maintain the weight I have lost and not loose myself in all the stuff that is going on. On the last day of this month I start back on my HCG shots for six weeks and during that time I must be disciplined and only eat what I am allowed. This is my last round on the program, so I need to make the most of it.
My weekends are spent being what I call extra lazy, although this past weekend on Saturday I did get the house cleaned up a little and the laundry done, but on Sunday I spent the entire day in bed. We did get up and have breakfast, but because Greg didn’t feel good, he wanted to lay down and watch tv in bed so off we all went (dogs included). I ended up taking a nap and then spent the rest of my time surfing the internet. Finally, around 6:00 pm we moved back into the living room. I had wanted to start a sewing project this weekend, but never had the get up and go to get started.
Depression is an ugly thing and my life is being taken over by it right now. It’s hard to pull myself up and get back to living. Every time I think I’m making progress something happens that throws me a curveball, but I’ve been through worse.
Just last week, someone said they couldn’t believe I had moved to Nashville back in 2009 with no job, no family and only 1 friend. I told them that move proved that I could survive anything. Besides I had already survived losing the love of my life the prior year, so how bad could it really be.
Since 2008, I have lost my husband, my son graduated bootcamp and spent 10 months of 2010 in Kuwait only to come back and within months become estranged from all the family he has ever known. I’ve gained 3 grandkids, supported a child through a divorce, 1 through a marriage and 2 births and I don’t know how many moves for myself. My life has been through so many ups and downs over the 50 plus years I’ve been here, it’s a wonder I’m still alive. My motto is, “What doesn’t kill you, makes your stronger.” That will be my new tattoo, so I have a permanent reminder of everything I have gone through.
My current state of mind changes each day as this quarantine continues for another day. More and more people become infected and more people die. I’m grateful I get to work and get a paycheck, but I really want this to be over. I don’t want the government telling me when I can leave my house. I want the freedom the constitution gives me to come and go as I please and do what I want. I missed my granddaughter’s third birthday and if things continue at the current state I will miss more birthdays and vacations.