It is here. Okay, sure. It was always here. But now it’s right on my doorstep. The wife of a minister on one of my podcasts. Somebody in my sister’s complex. Heck. Someone in my parent’s complex! And if that wasn’t close enough, my cousin and his entire family living in Boksburg. Too close for comfort. The second wave!
Today, at work, everyone was wearing a mask. Even at their desks. I was one of the first to start donning a mask, long before the World Health Organisation recommended the use of cloth masks. So, it was strange walking into a newsroom with almost everyone wearing a face mask! The second wave!
There are cases in my building. Across the organisation, according to internal emails. But this time, someone on my desk, in my department contracted covid-19. And horror of horror’s, she was at work on Monday even though she was feeling unwell. She got tested and the results came back positive.
The shift rosters were in shambles, because, of course, all the people she came into contact with on her shift had to self isolate while they await their test results. I experienced a mild panic attack as a result of all these shenanigans. But this time, it didn’t land me over at Lancet Labs at closing hour!
I’m pretty relaxed about it all. The odds are stacked against me. I’m sure it was the WHO who said that 80% of the world’s population would get infected with coronavirus. I’m still so grateful to be alive during this time. Been there, got the virus…or not. I remain cautiously optimistic.
P.s. Please take a listen to the latest instalment from Wesley Pepper’s Art Lexica.
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