I am late to a party nobody wants to attend - my husband D and I both have Covid. I feel it is basically inevitable at this stage, given the winter onset spike. We've both been pretty sick but it has eased off fairly quickly. Still sick five days in, but feeling human again. So, skipping over the obvious things, here's what I have found.
In New Zealand, the sick person and their whole household must isolate for either 7 days from the onset of symptoms. SEVEN DAYS without going out, legally mandated. It is heaven. I was a little shocked by this realisation but i don't recall a time when I was sick when I didn't feel guilty for not working! Being guilt free feels a lot healthier. This revelation has given me pause for thought all right.
It is complicated. With D not being able to be at our shop, that leaves us short-handed. Then we have people on holiday and otherwise unwell. We are so incredibly lucky that our shop manager is a superstar and found a ringin, rostered anyone who had any time at all, and has worked 8 days in a row. He is a STAR.
Miss.Mx Burlesque Aotearoa is tonight (Saturday 23 July) and I was meant to host. It's my favourite gig and only happens in even years, and I have made a FABULOUS new costume. I was putting up two out of town friends who have had to relocate.
In both of the scenarios above, the appalling weather that closed Wellington Airport on Thursday has caused further stress and uncertainty. However thanks to some generous plane seat trading, all of the staff, AND all of the contestants, made it home on time. Phew.
But hey, it could be so much worse. I am really not complaining, just noting how something like this can disrupt life more than a typical does of flu.
Today after days of rain, wind and freezing temperatures, we awoke to still, sunny bliss.
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