I’ve been adeptly riding the waves, both literally and figuratively, lately. I tend to be one of those people who is extremely shaken up by minor inconvenience, and simultaneously unfazed by the major stuff. I can suck it up and slog my way through major health battles, financial trouble, and death of loved ones. But if I have to repeat myself more than once, or my favorite bowl breaks, or if a nurse gives me the tiniest bit of shade, I turn into a fiery ball of rage and tears. So I knew I could handle pandemic life, and I knew the hard part would be missing my favorite restaurants and coffee shops, not the fear of death. And there was a lot of fear of death. It was some kind of cruel joke to be finally given access to a life-changing, highly-effective, gene therapy drug for my cystic fibrosis, just to be scared of a novel virus that could take it all away. So I stayed home, and sanitized like crazy, and made masks for my family. That wasn’t the hard part though. The hard part was trying to stand up for myself and my family when the time came to slowly venture back into the world. It still isn’t easy despite being fully vaccinated, with a booster on the way. But I’m back to socializing and seeing family and friends. I have vacationed, and visited, and camped. I try to keep the topic on lighter things like my son’s love of swearing and video games, and my complete lack of preparation for his education. I mean who really signs their kid up for preschool in February during a pandemic? Not me that’s for sure 🤣
