Silver Linings in a Cloud
It is 9:00am. I have walked the dog, fried eggs for breakfast, and wiped down all the frequently touched surfaces in the apartment. I’ve taken out the trash and the recycle, fed the dog, and helped my husband with his needs as a post-surgery patient. I’ve cleaned the dishes and started a load of laundry. Between care duties and the coronavirus, I have washed my hands 587 times. I’ve made coffee. I don’t drink coffee, but he does, and this is now part of my job, as are cooking, dog care, locking up at night, raising and closing windows, and a myriad of other things that I’m not very competent at. I am also trying to keep us free of COVID-19 infection.
I do not begrudge taking care of my husband post-hip surgery. I had both of my hips replaced, and for reasons I won’t go into, he is a MUCH easier patient than I was. I have not nearly begun to pay him back for the excellent care he gave me. I do wish we hadn’t been doing this in the middle of a pandemic.
My husband’s hip problems also limited our Mardi Gras celebration to standing on an isolated corner waving at passers-by. Little did we know we may have been protecting ourselves from a potential coronavirus petri dish. Because of the surgery, we’ve been “sheltering in place” since March 5, almost two weeks now. (I was advised to do this with my first hip surgery during flu season, and we presciently adopted it for this surgery.) The end of February, we bought food and supplies for that period and, thanks to a phone call from a friend with a son in Washington State, added additional supplies for potential quarantine. While we have been steadily chomping through this food, we are still in fairly good shape.
I’m not saying these precautions will keep us safe. I am saying that the surgery has had a silver lining. That’s what I’m trying to do during this crisis: focus on the good. (I unfortunately have dropped my Lenten morning routine, but I’ll be damned if we haven’t been able to pretty much follow our Lenten Mediterranean diet discipline even with me, the non-cook, in charge).
We have a rooftop area in our apartment complex that we can access via elevator. We have been able to ride the elevator to the roof and sit in the sunshine. Alone, isolated, looking out over one of the greatest cities in the world.
Please be safe and take care of yourselves.