It’s good to vent! That’s one of the main reasons why I write stuff, actually. Like most of the world, I’ve been driven completely crazy by the COVID-19 crisis. All other humans in the physical world are potential virus vectors to be avoided. It’s a freaking terrifying time as we watch death counts soar and hunker down helplessly as all our freedoms are taken away for the greater good of humanity.
And so, this “Crazed Corona Chatter” series of articles will be my way to just unload about it when I feel I need to. Sadly, I don’t think this depressing chaos will go away anytime soon.
Feel free to vent in the comments section too. I’m listening and here for ya! We got this.
I don’t want to jinx anything but things are kinda… safely getting back to normal over here?! Wow. *gasps*
It’s true! I am very grateful to be living in the Canadian province of Nova Scotia. At the time of this article we have 1 active case of COVID-19 in our province (1,067 confirmed cases, 63 deaths, and 1,003 people recovered) and we’re also on a 11-day streak of no new cases despite increased testing.
I can offer nothing but praise for how well my local government has handled this crisis given the circumstances. Especially when I read about how…. um, not well other governments have handled this.
As soon as we had our first confirmed case everything was shut down and provincial borders were sealed without hesitation. The vast majority of my fellow Nova Scotians took this threat seriously and we are certainly reaping the benefits of that (for now at least).
Sure. There are assholes everywhere (specifically the ones in the rant I went off on during part 2 of this series), but for the most part I’m legit impressed by all the masks I see in grocery stores, and the way we all generally dodge each other and whatnot.
Even more shocking to me is the fact my local government seems to have some foresight! It doesn’t take much to set off a new wave and the authorities here seem well aware of that. Just this past Friday our government decided to make masks mandatory in ALL public locations, even though we are seemingly in the clear at the moment.
I hate masks with passion, by the way. Whenever I put one on, my anxiety goes spiraling out of control and it feels like I can’t breathe. But I’ve been training myself to get over that because there is so much evidence proving that wearing a mask reduces the risk of virus spread by a very significant amount. If me wearing a mask can stop one person from getting this virus, it’s so worth all the discomfort.
Reality does not care what people feel or personally believe in. Just sayin’.
I really don’t want to be part of the selfish problems that are making this pandemic worse and more deadly. I only associate with my close circle of buddies offline, support local touristy areas while maintaining social distance protocols, work alone on an office building floor, live alone, and wash my hands every chance I get.
However, there is one thing I’ve picked up again that I can’t stop feeling guilty about: returning to the gym.
I am thrilled my boutique style gym (Orangetheory Fitness) has been able to reopen and has adopted all the safe social distancing protocols.
Everyone is screened before they are allowed to enter the building, masks are required when you’re not actively working out, the staff and coaches all have PPE, class sizes have been reduced to allow spacing between stations, fans are all turned off to stop potential spread, class times are reduced so the staff have time to clean everything before the next clients enter, movement within the gym is heavily controlled by the staff so no one comes in contact with each other…. that’s a lot of protection against potential transmission!
Still, strangers huffing and puffing in a room together can become like a quaint little transit hub for the coronavirus. By going, I am definitely increasing my odds of exposure to the virus, even if by a very small amount. People lie, people don’t care, and mistakes can happen. That’s how it goes.
What I’ve learned by not being able to go to the gym is that I desperately need to go to the gym. I’ve decided it’s safe for me to do so, as selfish as I feel about saying that.
I’ve been back at it for two weeks and my mental health levels have skyrocketed. My concentration at work has drastically increased and I feel at peace with myself again. It’s hard to explain, but the gym environment has been a huge coping tool for me. My life just sucks without it.
So… I’ll keep going, and I’ll keep feeling kinda guilty about it while keeping my eye on new case numbers in my area. This is a reasonable very small risk I’m taking to greatly benefit my overall health. Life just has to be worth living and we can’t be 100% safely protected from anything.
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