Life in Cartesian Heights
Apr. 7th, 2020 07:54 pmFor years I've been thinking "My life is going pretty well on a personal level, although I wish the world wasn't in such a mess at the same time". Recently has been that but more so.
Rachel and I started working from home just over three weeks ago, before the government started taking measures. I've been counting time since then. It's hard to stay in sync even though I'm working regular weeks. With the exception of being separated from our other partners once tighter measures came in, we were very fortunate to mostly continue much the same: working from home, setting up video chat with colleagues, and moving social events online, but otherwise continuing work, social life, walks, etc.
I was very conscious of being fortunate I could, but also worried about everything I couldn't control, and the things we were missing out on started to slowly creep up.
Then, a week ago, Rachel showed symptoms that didn't fit any cold she'd had before. She's been mostly ok, still working, but with some weird discomfort. But the symptoms fit Covid and the timeline fit her being infected when she went to the dentist in the first week.
So we felt like surely I'd been most probably already exposed as much as I'd been going to be, but the responsible thing to do was separate ourselves as much as possible. We'd agreed that if we needed to, the ill-er person would take the main bedroom next to the bathroom, and the other person would find somewhere else to sleep, so I took over downstairs, doing all the cooking and household chores, and bringing plates of food to R.
The spare bed was quite good when I had the living room to myself and the biggest problem was making sure all the glass doors had covers to keep light out.
We didn't avoid talking from 2m away, mostly from landing to office or top of stairs to bottom and had some nice dates that way.
Given that Rachel is so far only got fairly mild symptoms, it may be overkill, but we felt like we needed to. But really really really hopefully, she will get better, and I will either also have a mild case or not have any case, and then we can go back to going out in moderation and stop worrying about it (and the government won't ban that). Although also likely more events will have overtaken everyone by then...
Rachel and I started working from home just over three weeks ago, before the government started taking measures. I've been counting time since then. It's hard to stay in sync even though I'm working regular weeks. With the exception of being separated from our other partners once tighter measures came in, we were very fortunate to mostly continue much the same: working from home, setting up video chat with colleagues, and moving social events online, but otherwise continuing work, social life, walks, etc.
I was very conscious of being fortunate I could, but also worried about everything I couldn't control, and the things we were missing out on started to slowly creep up.
Then, a week ago, Rachel showed symptoms that didn't fit any cold she'd had before. She's been mostly ok, still working, but with some weird discomfort. But the symptoms fit Covid and the timeline fit her being infected when she went to the dentist in the first week.
So we felt like surely I'd been most probably already exposed as much as I'd been going to be, but the responsible thing to do was separate ourselves as much as possible. We'd agreed that if we needed to, the ill-er person would take the main bedroom next to the bathroom, and the other person would find somewhere else to sleep, so I took over downstairs, doing all the cooking and household chores, and bringing plates of food to R.
The spare bed was quite good when I had the living room to myself and the biggest problem was making sure all the glass doors had covers to keep light out.
We didn't avoid talking from 2m away, mostly from landing to office or top of stairs to bottom and had some nice dates that way.
Given that Rachel is so far only got fairly mild symptoms, it may be overkill, but we felt like we needed to. But really really really hopefully, she will get better, and I will either also have a mild case or not have any case, and then we can go back to going out in moderation and stop worrying about it (and the government won't ban that). Although also likely more events will have overtaken everyone by then...