TAG, you're it

We thought we were doing so good, following all the rules, washing our hands, sanitizing surfaces, keeping our immune system strong and even changing our clothes sometimes more than once a day but COVID caught up to us 😔.

It's been a few months since my last blog post and that's because the family business has been so busy. We made the move to a new location as of December 1st and like the blink of an eye, it's 2021. I am typing this message sitting on the couch, just outside my bedroom door where my husband lay's in bed, coughing every so often and texting me, trying to keep me from worrying. Earlier today he said he had a scratchy throat. Normally that wouldn't cause alarm but one of our team members recently tested positive for the virus so we are all hyper sensitive to what our bodies are doing and how we are feeling. Kevin is continuing to monitor his temperature, which has climbed from 98 to 99.3 so not a fever (yet). The odds are stacked against us, we have prepared ourselves for the likelihood that we could/would get the virus but now that its rearing its ugly head, I feel lost. It's like playing Tag except instead of wanting to chase someone down to touch them, being tagged means staying as far away as possible. I really hope those who have had or may get sick do not feel any shame or guilt, as scary and as comforting as it may be, you are not alone.

When it comes to the business, customers have been very understanding as I rescheduled all of our standing appointments. Being at work, even if its just to do paperwork, takes my mind off of things but I am still nervous that I could get sick as well. I pray that we can keep it contained and I wish for a speedy recovery to everyone going through this. Being at home, stuck in a confined space, while feeling ill and not being able to do anything or be near anyone; that's the saddest, most depressing part. Sleeping apart from my husband makes for a restless night and knowing he is unwell makes the separation worse. I think that's why I felt compelled to write a post, writing calms my anxiety but the truth is, the living room might as well have it's own zip code 😥.

(Note to Kevin: If you haven't told your mom yet that you're not feeling well, you should do that before she finds out by reading my blog.)