I’m the one who wears her mask and stands off to the side of parties to reduce the risk of covid to others. I’m the one who doesn’t attend group exercise at the gym and when I’ve tried it, I wear the mask except while working out and sanitize the crap off of everything. I’m the one who put her 9 rounds membership on hold because the space is just too small for safety. I’m the one who doesn’t go to meetings or events that aren’t socially distanced. I’m the one who tells my friend to put on his mask correctly. I’m the one whose three month old granddaughter has never seen her grandma’s whole face because of the mask and only looked in her eyes once. I’m the one who has only seen her grandkids a handful of times since covid. I’m the one who has grieved for her brother without the comfort of family gatherings. I’m the one who isn’t having Thanksgiving this year.
But.
I’m the one who does go to the gym at lesser crowded times. I am the one who continues to have coffee dates with friends in person. I’m th one who gets her hair cut and nails done in the salon. I’m the one who can’t resist a hug from a friend I haven’t seen in awhile. I’m the one who asks clients to take off their masks so I can see their faces during sessions and I take mine off too if they say ok (even though I do have an MP 13 filter and we sit 6 feet apart diagonally). I’m the one who continues to have couples over from time to time because I miss them terribly. I’m the one who runs a support group in person even though we meet outside whenever possible and mask up if someone has had a close call.). I’m the one who has been to church in person twice in the last 6 weeks (masked and distanced except for hugs).
Now? I’m the one with covid.
dianegclark 