I know the world is sick of Covid. I get it. I’m sick of it, too. But I have Rheumatoid Arthritis, Psoriatic Arthritis, am now on a biologic & just finished a course of steroids because one of my inflammation markers managed to double despite the addition of the biologic, so I don’t have a choice. Not to mention the 100 extra lbs all the steroids during my diagnosis years(I’m serionegative) left me with.
Those of us with certain disorders, on certain meds, at certain disease activities, we have to think about it. We have to make decisions still on the precautions we take. We have to make decisions on what chances we are willing to take. And we have to do it based on less & less up to date information that is next to impossible to find in the hundreds of articles returned on the average Google search because there is a current finding that some people who have had Covid have developed… wait for it… Rheumatoid Arthritis! For the reputable articles we do manage to find, it would be most helpful to hold a Medical Research degree, because that is pretty much the only definitive(I use the term loosely) information I’ve been able to find - Medical studies. The terminology, measures & results are less than intuitive to the layperson. Or to the self-admitted science geek, like me.
Worse than all that, is the continual poo pooing of the decisions we make concerning protecting ourselves. Especially to family & friends. I can deal with the occasional already drunk from straw being scraped down the back of my bare arm by the person reaching to place his drink between my arm & the card reader, just before loudly proclaiming, “Oh, I’m sorry! Did I get too close to you?” as a reference to my mask which he then begins a loud speech to the rest of the line occupants behind me on how masks don’t work. The could cate less about those opinions.
But from family & friends… “You can’t stop living/wasting your life!” “Your just making excuses not to go out.” “Why worry about catching Covid? You could be killed in a car accident tomorrow!” These are just a few of the oft repeated comments I’ve endured since precautions & masks were repealed for everyone else. Some are from my daughters, some from my grandson’s other grandma.
I have explained my risks, the research I’ve done & my reasoning. But still the comments.
I’m going to wear my mask. Do I like it? No - I’m claustrophobic & have situational asthma(one of the situations being every time I put the darn thing on! LoL). But it will give me some protection when I have to be inside for an extended period. Im going to distance & avoid crowds or being inside with large groups. That means I’m not going to shop in store’s regularly or go to movies at peak times. I prefer outdoor dining to in &, much as I love Disturbed, I won’t be going to a crowded concert venue anytime soon.
I have a simple question I ask myself before any event or outing: “Is what I want to do worth possibly dying for?” Far from stopping living, I make the choices I make because I still have living to do!! One of my bucket list items is to dive with Great White Sharks. Free dive, not cage. But I intend to be wearing a steel chain mail shark suit when I do it, not jump in with them naked! Likewise, I see no need to go running blindly towards Covid instead of making thoughtful decisions on what is worth the amount of risk I’d be taking.
Things I answered yes in the past months to the question: my “nephews” wedding at an outdoor venue with the quaint & large reception room; an overnight beach trip with other grandma, a 4 day one with my grandson & other grandma to which 4 other fam members would occasionally join us; my daughter’s birthday dinner at her friend’s restaurant where, though inside, the table was well away from the others & everyone at our table was vaccinated; shopping in some favorite stores with my Bestie as soon as they open so we can leave when it starts to get crowded; last Tuesday 2.30 matinee with my Bestie(1st movie in 3 yrs!)
Things the answer was no to: family Christmas dinner in a house with several unvaccinated people; shopping for groceries in the store(I live in the 7th largest city in US & curbside is standard & free if you don’t need it less than 6hrs out); Sunday afternoon movie matinee with fam after I had told them the theaters suggested weekday matinees as least crowded(2.4 mil people & Sunday is always packed); flying to Atlanta for 2 funerals during cold & flu season; going on a cruise to Alaska(yes a cruise… SMH 2 of my cousins have resumed cruising & both had Covid right after).
I would have flown, yes, even during cold & flu season, to say goodbye to my 93 year old Aunt as she was dying, but my cousins asked no one outside of the immediate family visit because they didn’t want to chance her being exposed to Covid or other illnesses. I would not have flown to say goodbye to my Uncle a month before my Aunt died, much as it broke my heart, because one of the illnesses he was hospitalized with was Covid. Family reunions in summer, yes.
I’ve had to begin setting boundaries, even with family. I’ve left my grandson & daughters birthday dinner early when they started in with the comments about my choices. My grandson got it -“They shouldn’t have been doing that to you, Nana!” I shut down other grandma just a couple hours ago - “I’m not going to have this argument again.” If I’m seeing a friend for the first time in a while, I ask nicely if they’ve been vaccinated. If they have, the risk of hugging them is one worth taking. Setting boundaries is hard, but there comes a time when one must take care of oneself. I’ve reached that time. I’m hoping that more of those I love will begin to honor my boundaries. If not, well, I’m also taking vitamin B12 injections now to help with the exhaustion. If they work, I’ll be able to get out more & am not a stranger to traveling to places that make me happy by myself. And the sea has been calling to me…
As in all things, there is an exception to being asked the same thing over & over. I’m planning on flying to SC to see my brother who is in the early stages of dementia in the next month or two when my nephew next travels there from CA. He’s been wanting me to come, but understands each time I explain why I can’t fly at certain times of year now. I always have to explain it again, but that’s ok. See, for Jimmy, once I tell him I stand a chance of getting sick, he’s ok with it. When he asks me again, sometimes on the same call, he isn’t questioning my decisions, he’s just forgotten we talked about it already. He knows what a gift he is giving me, that acceptance. I tell him, every time.
Have any of you come up against this pressure to forego your self-protection? How have you ended up handling it?