Will Chronically Ill Ever Be Safe?

It feels like I am on week 782 of the lockdown. I know I am not alone in feeling like there is no end to this. With so much misinformation out about COVID-19, I am left to feel like the only safe option is to stay home. Wear face masks, wait – no, they won’t help. Wait – yes they will, but not the ones we said to begin with. Wait – no they won’t, cloth won’t help, neither will this or that, but wear it anyway. Yes, they should work so we are going to enforce you all to wear one.

Is there a single thing anyone can all agree on with COVID-19? We went from our president addressing his nation every single day type of scary to no big deal within weeks. Now some say it is all hype and a plot to divide us even more. Listen, people who deal with chronic disease on a daily basis already, don’t need one single other thing to threaten our health. We already don’t trust our physicians, for the most part, because we are still reeling from the “opioid epidemic” which I am assuming isn’t an epidemic right now since COVID-19 is front and center. One thing I think we can all agree on, we surely don’t trust them now.

If we can’t trust our doctors, our government, our media, or even our peers any longer to tell the truth about a truly big problem, how can we trust anyone about anything anymore? Am I the only one who feels like I have been further pushed back into my shell about anything and everything at this point?

The bottom line is this: we MUST trust our gut. We have to know our bodies. We have to know what is right and what is wrong at all times. Not only on a health level but on a decent human level. If I think there is even a small chance that I could be spreading a disease that may only be a cold to one person but has the potential to kill another person, I should have the decency to stay home. If I don’t stay home, wear a mask. I think we need to shift our thoughts from being that wearing a mask stops me from becoming sick to that wearing a mask stops me from infecting other people. Go one step further and add in the fact that everyone else is wearing a mask and you now have two masks between one person and the disease. It really isn’t that hard of a concept to get behind.

Is it really too hard for people, and I mean EVERYONE, to add one item to their daily attire? If it was cold and you needed to wear a coat you surely would do so, right? So why is this one little face-covering item causing so much drama?

Everyone is screaming about Black Lives Matter, yes they matter. I’m in no way trying to belittle that cause. But, I’m over here wondering why nobody is calling out the petty people who are basically screaming – only my life matters – by their refusal to take the teeny tiny small step to wear a mask. These people are literally scattering conspiracy theory after conspiracy theory all throughout the internet in a time where there is already so much confusion going on, it doesn’t make any sense.

Step back, analyze, tell me you can’t see how petty it is, and then come back and talk to me. I haven’t posted on my blog in a while because I feel like I am losing confidence in the human race at this point. I’m scared to say exactly how I feel because it can get so twisted in this world we live in today. But this face mask thing, shouldn’t it be a no-brainer?

I welcome your thoughts on it and if anyone can make me see what I am missing, I urge you to do so. This isn’t a republican or democrat thing to me, it is a human thing.

I leave you with one final thought on the COVID-19 and the way it has been handled: the country went on lockdown for around two months. Numbers were starting to look like they were slowing down. They were still rising, but not as fast as today. Why did we decide at that point to lift the lockdown? It felt like paying nearly an entire car loan off with only 2 or 3 payments left and then stopping and letting the car get repossessed.  

Nothing New to Report

I must admit, I have a fairly boring life. I haven’t blogged much because there just hasn’t been a whole lot of interesting stuff going on in my life. I’ve been adulting, which is boring. The part of adulting that sucks the worst for me is that I am adulting far beyond my age. I hurt from old Arthur like someone at least twice my age.

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Guess what. I wrote last year about our birth month. It is just around the corner again now. Only this time Brady will be 16 and all of my worries will multiply. It is so scary sending your teenaged son out into the world with his own set of car keys. Possibly, the scariest part of parenthood. Here’s their freedom, to some extent, will they make good decisions? Did you do your part for him to know and do better? How will this unfold? Not to mention the thought of your baby flipped over somewhere on the side of the road because he hasn’t answered the phone.

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We’ve all done it. We’ve all came tenfold on the annoying things our parents used to say to us. Just last night I uttered the words “if you lock that door again, I’m going to take it off the hinges.” “What if the house caught on fire?” I internally giggle because I know I was told this more than once in my life. My father has some sort of fear of things going up in flames. Every house my sister or I have moved into has to pass the fire alarm inspection at his first visit. And if it doesn’t, you’re going to hear about it at least weekly until it is ratified.

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I don’t know if it is just my body, but you would think cold weather would be much harsher on an RA, MCTD, problem-ridden body.  I hurt far worse during the summertime.  I’m not sure if it is the rain, the heat, the humidity, or a combination of them all. I just know that it isn’t fun. And I am not able to go do all of the fun summertime things because the sun is NOT my friend.

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I think I have always held a deep hatred for heat. I can put on more clothes to keep warm in the winter than I can take off to keep cool in the summer. My body sure tries to take things off though. I melt. I sweat, I stink, and most of all, I’m miserable.

 

I am hopeful that I will start blogging more. I can’t make any promises though. I just don’t have a whole lot new and interesting going on and unlike most people, I am hibernating for the summer. I am binge watching whatever I can find. I am working as much as I can. I am adulting. Are we having fun yet?