Hours spent quarantined (again): 408
Hours spent writing: 5
Exposed: A story to tell.
So dramatic. Ha.
Ugh, where do I even begin? About 10 days ago I was tested for COVID. Myself along with everyone I work with and about 1,000 other people where I live. The National Guard came in to test us because the media deemed the area a “hot spot” and so the governor ordered mandated testing. Cool, whatever.
I didn’t think I had it, but testing was mandatory so I obliged. I did was I was told. And just as I suspected I tested negative.
There were, however, people that I work with who tested positive. Which ok wasn’t that big of a deal to me because they were all asymptotic and I didn’t really hang around them. But I guess my employer felt differently about the situation because they deemed me “exposed.” Their language, not mine.
Out of the 60 plus people that work for the company I am apparently the one who was exposed. And the only one who has the ability to expose other people. At least this is how they made me feel. Even though, I still do not have the coronavirus. They made me feel horrible for being in a situation that exposes me to the virus, even though we work in the service industry.
For the past 7 days, I’ve been quarantined (for the second time during this pandemic), some people who have come in contact with me were also deemed exposed. And some people who came into contact with me such as my bosses were not deemed exposed. If you can make sense of that one, please explain it to me because I would love to know. Something to do with money I believe.
It’s a strange and terrible thing this coronavirus. People are afraid of me right now where I live and I don’t even have the fucking virus. That’s how afraid of corona these people are. The psychosomatics of this disease is what’s going to kill people more than the disease itself. Fear is what’s killing people.
Right now I’m witnessing people fear something that doesn’t even exist. Not that I’m saying coronavirus doesn’t exist, what I’m saying is that I don’t have it and they are still afraid of me. To make things even weirder, they’re only afraid of me half of the time. The other half of the time they forget I was even exposed to it. Like when they ask me to come to work to do something for them.
So needless to say, I’ve been feeling pretty down the past week. I haven’t done much but sit on the porch for twelve hours a day, read a bit, and watch whatever I can . You know the usual self-isolation kit. But tomorrow, I go back to work and I can’t wait to leave the house post-exposure.
And that’s it for my weekly update on life. I’m off to dinner with a few friends to discuss whether or not Canada will take us in as refugees. Seriously.
Have a good week.