Still stuck at home. Originally because DH has cancer. As things moved on he wants to get out and about more now and I suppose we do a tiny bit. I’m happy to shop when it’s quiet, we both go out about once a week to meet outside with friends.
BUT, before Covid I was out pretty much every week day meeting people, doing things, clubs, coffee lunches etc and I really miss those get togethers.
I tried going to a big group (30+ people) last month, we had a speaker so everyone was sat down and I sat near an open door but was the only one wearing a mask. When the speaker was finished everyone was milling around and wanted the door closed. I felt really vulnerable and left.
I had cancer myself some years ago and fight fatigue as it is, I can’t bear the thought of dealing with Long Covid if I were to get it. My husband wants to start going to some bigger group meetings he used to attend, I rightly or wrongly think it’s bonkers and I’ve told him we’ll have to social distance indoors and sleep in separate bedroom which he’s happy to do but I’m just scared for us both. He was told originally it would be unlikely he’d survive Covid and we shielded before the first lockdown. Lots of friends and neighbours are going down with Covid albeit with minimal symptoms, people we would expect to be meeting if we were to widen our social circle. I think it’s madness and want to hang on for a bit and let things reduce, he just wants to get on with life, which I can understand but having heard a few stories of people close to us with long Covid it just feels me with dread and despair.
just a venting rant I suppose that I can’t see an end to things and just about everyone I know bar a couple are out and about and I’m not, and I want to be, but I don’t want to be, it’s just so blooming awful still and I feel we are the only ones still basically shielding, even the supermarket delivery man said we we the only ones he knows of, just wondering if it’s just me then, stuck here watching my life disappear?