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Pandemic personal consequences

My original plans were to travel across to London tomorrow (Wednesday) and stay at mum-tat's until after xmas, go and work from the office (central-ish london) thursday and friday morning (i've been wfh-ing the last week or so, it would not be practical from her place), and go food shopping on the way back to her place after work on thursday (and friday afternoon if necessary)

in view of inner south london being plague city at the moment, i'm not entirely sure this is a good idea.

but not sure i can face the stress that planning to travel on the evening of xmas eve will generate...
 
Oldest's stay-away thing is off, but they kind of expected that. They may still be able to get away with sleeping over at bestie's for a night instead, but we'll have to see. Aggggh I just wish government would pull their fingers out and say something other than (as of this evening) 'We'll do something after Christmas'. Seems to be between a short sharp firebreak or going into 'Level 2' some time between 27th-4th but I think by New Year by sound of things.
 
Starting to feel a bit meh this afternoon. Work has dried up pretty much and I've time off next week and it all just feels a bit pointless. It's usually pretty dull if you can't go anywhere because everything's shut for Christmas as is but it feels like even the three days in between are going to be a gaping maw of boredom at this rate.

This entire two years has been a void.
 
Well, whatever this lurgy is, the PCR test says it's not Covid. So that's something, I suppose.

As and when I feel up to going out and about, I'm still going to wear a mask, etc., because this isn't nice, and I wouldn't want to be responsible for anyone else catching it.
Yes was going round to neighbours' Christmas day but phoned and cancelled for similar reason.
 
So it turns out both my FiL and MiL are staying at our house for Christmas.
They've been divorced for years and things still remain tense. They both have varying levels of MH issues connected to their physical health (him: ME. Her: Fibromyalgia (sp.)), which often causes them to inadvertently 'compete' with each other for Mrs o87 (and my) attention - example: Baby87's Christening, he turned up in crutches, she decided she needed a wheelchair.

Mrs o87 also has a cold - and it's definitely just a cold - so won't be drinking.
I will be - especially because I won't see my parents (they're not coming because of all of the above), which had put a massive down on the whole proceedings.
 
hope it's not too tasteless to post a pandemic positive, but here goes...

a few years back when things were particularly difficult - kid1 was in a really bad place with her mental health and my mum was just diagnosed with cancer - i got kicked out of my (artists) studio for never being there. i took it badly and the subsequent search for an alternative place for all my shit and move was quite traumatic. in my traditional fashion i kind of walled the whole thing off from then on. i focussed on the family stuff and happy to say kid1 is in a much better place and my mum is still going strong following extensive surgery. but i carried such a mental block over the studio and my "career" i just left it to fester and did nothing, went less to the new place than i had at the old one :facepalm:

lockdown/homeschool/wfh last year was incredibly tough - our place has always been a squeeze for 4, but with no-one ever leaving the house i started to properly lose the plot :oops: the house nextdoor came up for rent and we were (really fortunate, obvs) able to afford it for a year. so the kids now have had a room each - one here, one next door - and mr b has an "office" to go to, and last weekend mr b sorted out getting all my studio stuff back.

it's been all my christmasses come at once unpacking all my tools and materials. for the next couple of months i get to play with it and the space to play with it in <squee> my workbench! trying not to get too comfy in a temporary situation, but it's such a fucking joy for the moment :)
 
So I’ve tested positive on a lateral flow tests. Waiting for the pcr results. I was Fortunately family’s groceries have been ordered, I was going to deliver and stock their fridge but someone will have to collect it. I am however annoyed that I just phoned the supermarket to ask if my shopping could arrive in plastic bags and they said no, “it’s not policy” they could invest in the heavy paper bags surely!
The toddler has symptoms too
 
So I’ve tested positive on a lateral flow tests. Waiting for the pcr results. I was Fortunately family’s groceries have been ordered, I was going to deliver and stock their fridge but someone will have to collect it. I am however annoyed that I just phoned the supermarket to ask if my shopping could arrive in plastic bags and they said no, “it’s not policy” they could invest in the heavy paper bags surely!
The toddler has symptoms too
Snap.
 
Bloody hell feeling so crap and That One still thought that I was going to put the toddler to sleep. 🙄

Eta.: he was trying to do a good deed in my “absence” but I’m so bloody shattered that I’d rather do anything else than toddler stuff. It’s been a long day
 
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It’s been over 36hrs waiting for a PCR test result. no idea why I am desperate for the confirmation. I am driving myself round the bend. But I have never checked my email so often. I am being hard headed enough to keep trying to sort Christmas bits for my family (I won’t be joining them) and to sort my home because each day I’ve felt worse and I’m worried that I won’t be able to do hardly anything so I’ll get it all done now. Also worried that if my other half gets I’ll (feels like when not if) then I’ll have to be fitting fit for the toddler. I’ll delete this post once I’ve reread it and realise the gibberishness of it.
 
What do the sensible people here recommend as far as sharing a bed goes? I mean the likelihood is I already have the thing but what about viral load etc? Is it worth me kipping on the sofa for a week, staying out of Mrs SI's way, etc?
 
What do the sensible people here recommend as far as sharing a bed goes? I mean the likelihood is I already have the thing but what about viral load etc? Is it worth me kipping on the sofa for a week, staying out of Mrs SI's way, etc?

you're probably best not sharing a bed as depending on the way you lie you would be breathing into each others faces. my husband has had it twice, first time i didn't get it and second time i did. we didn't massively avoid each other either time apart from me going into spare room. so it's a bit hit and miss!
 
What do the sensible people here recommend as far as sharing a bed goes? I mean the likelihood is I already have the thing but what about viral load etc? Is it worth me kipping on the sofa for a week, staying out of Mrs SI's way, etc?

I don’t know if I count as sensible but I would, yes, minimise contact and exposure, maintain sanitary conditions as far as possible. Remember it’s not a binary you got it or not situation - each and every time the virus gets in you it has a go at getting a hold - sometimes it will fail, first line immune defences see it off etc. But keep giving it chances by repeated exposures and you increase the likelihood that it gets through. That’s my thoughts anyway.
 
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