I should get real life serious for a bit.
There’s been some crazy shit going down of recent. Shit that no one could make up, and if they do dream of it then by hell that’s some kind of nightmare. No film or video game has even come close to this reality.
So there’s this virus. It started at one end of the world, realised it wasn’t welcome there and left its mark before hitching a ride on someone heading to another country, left its mark and then realised it wasn’t welcome there either. This carried on until said virus had conquered an extremely concerning percentage the world. But then it realised that everywhere it went that people went all they wanted to do was get rid of it. Kick it out. Eradicate it. Consign it to the history bins. One thing for certain is that said world would never be the same again. And this virus’ name would be known as Covid-19. Coronavirus to most but Covid for short.
And it kills people.
[Side note: You have to feel sorry for Corona beer. This must be the worst type of marketing for them!]
So how did people react to Covid at first when it looked like it would be coming here? Toilet roll. Toilet roll, paracetamol, pasta and handwashing items panic buying. It was when personally I realised that I thought maybe I should pay attention to this more, as I picked up a 4pack just in case in a few weeks time I would need some.
Then the rumours at work started that the over 70’s would be in some sort of lockdown. This posed a bit of a problem for me, I wondered, as this was mentioned to me whilst volunteering at a cancer centre. My volunteering colleagues all happened to be above said age. Bar one who would be said age in 3 months time. So I would be doing more work than usual, that was do-able. I could do that.
That evening when said rumour was a bit of a reality I discovered that not only was it over 70’s, but those whom suffer from respiratory health issues. Now this posed a bit of a problem as this included me. The next few days I spent stocking up for an undetermined amount of time of not knowing. This was approximately over 4 weeks ago but my God does it feel like far longer!
Social distancing wasn’t too big of a problem for me because it’s something I like to incorporate into my life anyway. I’m very particular about who I let into that 2metre space around me. But shit started really getting serious when things started getting cancelled. Then the Government decided that talking to us was a good idea.
The real heroes of all of this however are those that have kept the country going. Those who work on the frontline, facing watching lonely deaths everyday. Those keeping us alive and our health in check. Those who get things delivered and distributed around the country. Those that inform us. Those that manage to get the post to us. Those that take the time out to stack food shelves and then in turn serve us. And we appreciate them by in turn clapping for a good 5minutes every Thursday evening. It feels like such a small gesture in comparison to what all these amazing people do for us but to see how it does affect those amazing people in those roles you realise how the world would just stop without them.
And the reason for this particular post… I learned that Covid had taken a friend of mine yesterday. She was someone I had done a course with back in February but she had taken me under her wing. The last time I saw her I said I hoped to see her soon. They feel like really pathetic words now.
I also learned that Covid had taken a family friend whom I wasn’t close to.
And I learned Covid had taken someone whom a friend had been a carer for. She was autistic but I can’t even begin to understand the loneliness and confusion that she must have felt. She liked hugging people. She couldn’t understand why no one wanted to hug her in return.
That broke my heart.
So now shit got personal. This time last week it wasn’t personal, but now those numbers of deaths, some of them have faces of people who I care about.
Not only is it now personal, but it is more realer than any reality.