How are you personally affected by the Corona Virus?

I haven’t been face to face with anyone I don’t live or work with for damn near 2 months.

I am not looking forward to spring not-concert season.

Work (at a store that sells essential supplies) has become very stressful because of the [pit language omitted, but believe me, it would’ve gone on for a while and make a sailor gape in horror] idiots who have no idea what six feet looks like, or who don’t understand that masks ought to cover all their breathy-holes.

My brother and his wife, with their new baby, have cancelled their Memorial Day trip to the tri-state area. They want to come here in mid-late June, and I hope that will work out. I’m an uncle now, damn it, I want to hang out with the little one and then dump them back on the parents when I’m bored! :smiley:

Spring dry week is going to be harder without being able to spend my free time in places where my extensive liquor and beer collection isn’t. Maybe I should stock up on video games.

Well, here’s another installment of The Viral Saga of Monty in Beijing.

When we last saw our hero, he had gotten tested for coronavirus antibodies and was prepared for the proverbial “knock on the door” if said antibodies were a shade too anti, so to speak. We now rejoin him on a Wednesday because, well, what better day of the week to start a work week? Evidently his test was negative because there was no knock on the door.

Actually, we’ll rejoin him the afternoon prior. Notication was made to all high school staff, the notification being only in Chinese of course, that to get back onto the campus, one must bring the following items:

[ol][li]School ID[/li][li]Government ID (in our hero’s case, that is his passport)[/li][li]Record of daily health conition, to include body temperature[/li][li]Beijing Health Kit (that is Beijing’s contact tracing app/mini-program)[/li][li]Nucleic Acid Test Certificate[/ol][/li]
Ah, this caused an heroic (yes, I do pronounce that word with a soft “h” and that is thus the correct indefinite article, but do not worry, I do not say “Mrs. 'Aversham”) reformatting, digital saving, and file transfering of Item #3, and a mad rush to the nearest print shop still open to print the form and sign it.

And we are now at the school gate on Wednesday morning, 6 May 2020. The administrative staff were all present and standing, each one, behind a table and armed with a digital thermometer. Monty fell into a line of people, each person in the line standing one meter away from the person in front of them, yellow and black safety tape conveniently placed appropriately on the concrete sidewalk to ensure this happens. When he reached the table, he presented the items listed above and was politely informed that there is no need for #3. So, he was out approximately US$2 for that. Admin worker used the digital thermometer, discovering Monty had a temperature of 35.6C, which was about 0.75C lower than his own digital thermometer infomred him an hour earlier.

He took his usual stroll to the office he had last seen on 18 January 2020, noting that there were both yellow and black safety line tapes and cute little stickers with “Keep a Distance” and those little yellow bare feet to indicate how far away is “a distance” (he assumed “a distance” is one meter). Entering the building, he notices even more safety tape and stickers on the floors and steps. Wending is way upstairs and down the hall, he finds his desk just as he had left it.

Shortly after settling in again, our protagonist was summoned with all the teachers who were not currently engaged in teaching via videoconference to gather in the school’s assembly hall for “Corona Virus Pandemic Prevention Procedure”. (Yes, you read that right. A smarter move would have been to dispatch small groups to the empty classrooms in the primary school and watch the the training on the CCTV (affectionately referred by the school’s foreign staff as “Stalker TV” owing to two of the channels showing the entry and exit of people to/from the campus), which has one channel showing the assembly hall stage 24/7. And I think it’s a bit late to worry about preventing the pandemic).

The training was in both Chinese and English. The first thirty minutes was a lecture in Chinese by the Communist Party of China chairman for the campus. The next fifteen minutes was in English by one of the ABC (Australian-Born Chinese) senior staff members. The lectures were actually not bad. The campus has three dormitories designated to isolate suspected cases until one of the staff doctors can assess them and get the appropriate transportation to the appropriate treatment or quarantine facility off campus.

At lunchtime, to satisfy his curiosity, our hero descended to the basement canteen (aka cafeteria) to see how lunch would be managed. The first thing he noticed is a bit of an upgrade to the facility. There are now some English signs for the foreign staff, but still not enough. There were plenty of stickers and safety tape on teh floor advising everyone to “keep a distance”. The long lunchroom tables had been replaced with very short tables, each table with just one chair by it, and the tables situated so there is one meter between any two tables in any direction. As our hero cannot stand the, let’s call it, cuisine there, he wandered to the campus store in the corner of the canteen, to discover the store is closed. He then returned to his office to finish work for the day.

At 17:30, he joined the crowd (which, of course, was a bit more spread out owing to the distance rules) to head for the shuttle buses. To ensure no crowding at the campus gate, the facial recognition wickets were turned off and everyone bypassed those to get to their assigned shuttle. Our hero alighted and mere minutes later was on the way home.

The rest of the trip home proceeded as his usual workday in 1 BVE did.

The next chapter will detail the return of students on Sunday, 10 May 2020 CE (1 VE) and 11 May 2020 CE (1 VE).

Hey, if you’re super lucky, instead of the swab up the nose, it’ll be that long swab crammed down our throat like what’s used for the testing here. Just recalling that makes me want to retch.

Pro-Tip: shoot for 15 minutes after.

Looking forward to the next installment! :slight_smile:

Me too. I enjoy checking for misspellings. I won’t mention them though. :ok_hand:

Just got the test result back.
NEGATIVE!!! :smiley:

GOOD!

But since you’re negative you must quarantine yourself from Covid threads for 14 days. :smiley: :smiley:

Last night I got an email from “Mary Lou,” the director of the church choir that I sing in. The choir was suspended a couple of months ago when all of this hit the fan, and the Sunday services went online. The email was addressed to the members of the choir and said that the church would be resuming in-person services on May 17 and the choir would be resuming, too, but with numerous necessary safety measures in place. Some of them:

[ul]
[li]The choir will reassemble on a limited and rotating basis, with no more that 8 people in our pews. I am hoping for 2 sopranos, 2 altos, 2 tenors, 2 basses[/li]
[li]If you should elect not to attend, everyone will understand. We will “save you a seat” for when our situation is normal again. [/li]
[li]The choir will wear masks except for the offertory anthem.[/li]
[li]Mary Lou will select anthems that are in our standard repertoire that can be performed well and easily[/li]
[li]Mary Lou will pass out the music wearing gloves and disinfect the music after the service.[/li]
[li]No one else will touch the piano or organ keyboards which will be disinfected before and after service.[/li]
[li]The choir will sit 6 feet apart, using only two rows of pews.[/li]
[li]We will not use hymnals. Our most well-known hymns will be chosen and the words will be projected for the choir and congregation. [/li]
[li]The Psalm will be sung by <one of the members> who will bring his own hymnal from home. [/li]
[li]There will be instrumental music during communion with selected soloists featured. [/li]
[li]We will rehearse on Sunday mornings at 9:30 with no Wednesday rehearsal.[/li][/ul]

After I read this, I cried.

I know this is necessary, but it is so far from normal. And will these measures even protect us from contracting the virus? I doubt it. Mary Lou’s husband had a heart transplant two years ago. She cannot take a chance on bringing anything home. At 71, I’m one of the younger choir members. Several are in their 80s; one is 94. The risk to them is too dire to consider reconvening, even with all these restrictions in place.

But beyond the choir issues… I referred in my Asymptomatic thread to the articleshowing the waves of infection that our society is likely to experience over the NEXT TWO TO THREE YEARS. Number of people infected and presumably sick (although apparently not everyone who is positive for the virus gets sick) will rise and then fall–when people will likely disregard safety measures and circulate freely in public, driving the infection/sickness rate up again, then down, then up, then down… until… WHAT? A vaccine appears? So-called “herd immunity” is in place?

We can’t protect ourselves from contracting this virus indefinitely. It is everywhere. And it will BE everywhere for years. When will any of us feel safe at a concert, sports event, restaurant, block party, **any **party? The masks, hand washing, distancing… they can only do so much. Not everyone can use them all the time. People have to work, earn money, go to school, go to the doctor. If it has penetrated the White House, can any place keep it out?

I’m going to get the virus. You’re going to get it. Your partner, kids, parents… they will not be able to avoid it. That doesn’t mean everyone who gets COVID will get sick. Some people (like now) will get sick and then recover. Some (like now) will get sick and die. Some-- it seems-- will not get sick at all.

This is the threat that hangs over us from now on. For several years. For the foreseeable future.

I’m still reeling from this stark reality.

Me too

Here in Ohio, retail will open this Tuesday and food places will allow dine in the twenty first

It’s somewhat lucky this is happening at a time we can all at least be connected electronically. Can you imagine if this pandemic occurred in 1980?

I wonder if I will come out of this (assuming I do come out of it) with agoraphobia.*

When I got the email I referenced in my post above about returning to choir, I thought, "There’s no way I can do that. [BTW, the pastor emailed soon after saying in-person services would not resume until May 24, which still seems too soon to me.] I was trying to wrap my brain around two to three more years of this and texting with a friend when she texted that she was going to come over today to see me and we could sit in my back yard 10 feet apart. My first reaction was, “No! Don’t!” Fortunately, I caught myself before hitting *send *and moderated that into something milder… but the idea of having company even 10 feet apart alarmed me. I haven’t been in the presence of another human being in over six weeks. Even so, I did not want her here and contrary to what she obviously thought, her presence would not make me feel less anxious-- in fact, the thought of it made me *more *anxious.

Then later I thought I might go to the grocery store today-- I’ve only been to Whole Foods twice. Other times I’ve gotten grocery delivery. But the idea of going out to a store seemed quite overwhelming. Maybe I’ll go tomorrow.

I’m a dyed in the wool introvert and I’d pretty much always rather stay home than go anywhere. But now the idea of going out where there are people is not just unappealing but downright anxiety-producing. This lockdown is playing into my natural tendency to stay in and keep to myself-- not in a good way. These days I don’t need an excuse to NOT go anywhere. This worries me for the long term.

I’ve read that others are reacting with alarm when watching TV shows where people freely shake hands, hug, and touch their own faces! This is messing with our minds big time.

****Agoraphobia *(ag-uh-ruh-FOE-be-uh) is a type of anxiety disorder in which you fear and avoid places or situations that might cause you to panic and make you feel trapped, helpless or embarrassed.

ThelmaLou, I’m still stunned that Mary Lou would participate in any of the church choir activities if she has a husband with a heart transplant. That seems almost criminally negligent to me.

And I don’t blame you one bit for not being ready to reintegrate yet. It’s still early. Your self-preservation instincts are serving you well!

What a very sweet post. :slight_smile: Thank you. When all of this was first ramping up, it was Mary Lou’s husband’s **doctor **that said, “You can’t keep running the church choir. You can’t keep going to church, period.” And THAT more than anything was what triggered the pastor shutting down in-person services. The choir is a big part of the service. It was only after that-- a couple of weeks-- that the bishop came out with instructions that all the Episcopal churches in the diocese had to go online. Now the pastor is saying that the bishop is ready to give May 24 as the start-up date for in-person services. I do not see how Mary Lou can risk it. She will have to go back to teaching at the community college–THAT is the household’s primary income. And part of that is leading two choirs. I’m in one of them, but I don’t see myself going back any time soon. The income from the church choir is negligible, but the emotional weight is enormous-- from her point of view, the choir members’, and the congregation’s. She’s definitely between a rock and a hard place.

While I’m here, I went to the drive-through car wash this morning to scrape off the crud that has encrusted my car over the last two months-- tree sap, bird poop, pollen, leaves-- and I felt so empowered afterwards that I went to the grocery store! The store was not crowded and everyone was wearing masks. I spent a lot longer than I planned to, but I had let myself run out of basic pantry things that you need to cook with-- tomato sauce, ketchup, Worcestershire sauce, vinegar, frozen veggies. I bought everything that I thought I might possibly need for the next six weeks or so-- and two of most of the basics. (I’ve been doing a LOT of cooking, even though it’s just for me.) I feel quite smug. Washed my hands and changed clothes as soon as I got home.

For my next trick, I’m going to the hairdresser for color and cut tomorrow morning-- her first client after the lockdown. Not a moment too soon, as I have three Zoom appointments this week, the last one being the Dopefest on Saturday. :slight_smile:

You and me both. When I go out to pick up take-out, I’m stressed out. I take an extra mask in case my mask “breaks” in some way. When my friends text me about how they can’t wait for “normal times” I’m the one who is hesitant and not wanting to rush things.

I’ve also totally lost what little patience I once had. At work if a masked client takes a step past the 6 foot line, I order them to step back. I had one guy who kept stepping too close to explain something to me and I finally lost it on him, “If you can’t stay behind the fucking line, get the fuck outa here”. :frowning:

bearing lots of mental stress hoping everything to be fine as it was

I totally understand!

BTW several choir members have replied to Mary Lou’s email and said they think May 24 is too early and they want to wait until we can sing without masks. I hate to tell them that that could be a couple of years… :frowning:

Well, hi there, New Person! Looking for a place to hunker down? This will do. Sorry, but it’s BYOB. :slight_smile: I’m afraid there’s no going back to the way it was any time soon. :frowning:

Update: About the same, mostly unaffected except boredom and reduced market selections because we can’t risk bargain-browsing in person. Tonight I’ll shave to prep for the mask. Tomorrow I’ll make my weekly PO Box and no-contact order-pickup run, then shower thoroughly. Life has slowed. We miss joyrides, seeing the kids and grandkids, sit-down munches, and bargain-hunts. Non-essential medical/dental stuff remains indefinitely postponed. We sleep lae every day. Yeah, about the same. Lazy is easy.

Or you could just wear a jaunty hat!