Day 52 - Sunday 10th May
Another bad night's sleep, this time with a specific focus. I started to think about the things I enjoy that I may never be able to do again. Travelling abroad, watching West End shows, dancing - anything that involves close proximity, especially in public transport, now seems too risky to contemplate - at least until a vaccine is found. I manage to get back to sleep but these thoughts persist when I wake up. The PM is due to lay out his roadmap to resuming normal life this evening but my instinct is still to stay home where I can't get infected and unless I have confidence in the government's measures against the pandemic I don't plan to change my behaviour.
My LinkedIn message from yesterday has already had a response, so I suggest a couple of dates and times for meetings. My UK friends have accepted the whisky tasting invitation and hubby is buying me some miniatures for our anniversary which is on Tuesday. Working out how yesterday's customer can pay online without PayPal leads me to IZettle's website where I solve the problem and also find an initiative called Forever Local which highlights local companies, so I join up. I discover another order placed late last night, too. Then I re-arrange last night's G&T date for this evening. I photograph and list on ebay two coin operated sweet dispensers that have been collecting dust since I left my last job.
It was all going so well, then I looked at Twitter. Now I'm consumed by anxiety and fear. I like it better when I can dismiss my disquiet about the government's handling of the coronavirus as "just me catastrophising as usual" but it seems that I am only one of very many people who think we are setting ourselves up to be overwhelmed by a second wave. Added to that, my son is still in bed at nearly 5pm, having turned in at a reasonable hour (for him, anyway). I've been trying to wake him since lunchtime but it now transpires that he would supposed to have a call with his flatmates at 12 and he's gutted that he missed it. If I'd known, I would have been a bit more forceful. Waking has been a problem for him since his early teens, but got significantly worse around the time of his ADHD diagnosis. I wonder if he's sinking back into the depression that tipped us off that something was night right. It wouldn't be surprising in these uncertain times, although he's not showing any other signs. Hubby says he needs structure, and I'm sure that's true, but he's an autonomous adult and we can't dictate how he spends his days.
I also have this pain in my left thigh. For a few months now, on and off, I've had a painful twitch in my quad, but now it's a constant pain and it's getting harder to ignore. With a diagnosis of fibromyalgia I have come to terms with having unexplained aches and pains but they are usually either in or around a joint, or else it's a tight muscle that gradually loosens off on its own. This is different and much more persistent and I really think I'm going to have to get it checked out. Sigh.
The G&T session turns out to be a 3-way zoom with another friend, which is a welcome surprise. Then dinner - Greek tonight - and some TV. Today I am grateful that I am able to stay home.
My LinkedIn message from yesterday has already had a response, so I suggest a couple of dates and times for meetings. My UK friends have accepted the whisky tasting invitation and hubby is buying me some miniatures for our anniversary which is on Tuesday. Working out how yesterday's customer can pay online without PayPal leads me to IZettle's website where I solve the problem and also find an initiative called Forever Local which highlights local companies, so I join up. I discover another order placed late last night, too. Then I re-arrange last night's G&T date for this evening. I photograph and list on ebay two coin operated sweet dispensers that have been collecting dust since I left my last job.
It was all going so well, then I looked at Twitter. Now I'm consumed by anxiety and fear. I like it better when I can dismiss my disquiet about the government's handling of the coronavirus as "just me catastrophising as usual" but it seems that I am only one of very many people who think we are setting ourselves up to be overwhelmed by a second wave. Added to that, my son is still in bed at nearly 5pm, having turned in at a reasonable hour (for him, anyway). I've been trying to wake him since lunchtime but it now transpires that he would supposed to have a call with his flatmates at 12 and he's gutted that he missed it. If I'd known, I would have been a bit more forceful. Waking has been a problem for him since his early teens, but got significantly worse around the time of his ADHD diagnosis. I wonder if he's sinking back into the depression that tipped us off that something was night right. It wouldn't be surprising in these uncertain times, although he's not showing any other signs. Hubby says he needs structure, and I'm sure that's true, but he's an autonomous adult and we can't dictate how he spends his days.
I also have this pain in my left thigh. For a few months now, on and off, I've had a painful twitch in my quad, but now it's a constant pain and it's getting harder to ignore. With a diagnosis of fibromyalgia I have come to terms with having unexplained aches and pains but they are usually either in or around a joint, or else it's a tight muscle that gradually loosens off on its own. This is different and much more persistent and I really think I'm going to have to get it checked out. Sigh.
The G&T session turns out to be a 3-way zoom with another friend, which is a welcome surprise. Then dinner - Greek tonight - and some TV. Today I am grateful that I am able to stay home.
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