The past twelve days of my life have been out of my hands.
Sneaking into my life, the vile Covid-19 virus decided it was about time for me
to slow down. My brain, of course, said, “Oh, no. I have this list of twenty
things I must get done in the next week. I have a book coming soon and have so
many pre-production items to check off. This won’t work.” But in the end, the
virus won.
It began, of course, with symptoms and a positive test. Ironically,
I was always great at taking tests, so when the little line showed up pink, I
knew I hadn’t lost that talent. As days went by, I heard from my friends whom I’d
breakfasted with, but they remained negative. I’d also unwittingly exposed to
the virus an audience of book readers at a Friends of the Library dinner where I
was the speaker. Their negative tests revealed I’m a great test-taker AND a
terrible super-spreader. Guess I am selfish about sharing this virus.
As time moved forward and I
discovered I couldn’t sleep well, play online bridge with any semblance of
intelligence, or make good decisions about my work-in-progress, I realized I
was on the losing end of a power struggle. Like so many other writers I know
who have dealt with this virus lately, it was time to just rest, eat lots of
chicken noodle soup, take my meds, refill my vaporizer, and wait it out.
I hate waiting.
However, in recent years I believe I’ve become a more patient person than I was in my younger years, so that’s a good result of adjusting to this pandemic. Since I live alone and my children are 2600 miles away, I depend on the kindness of my friends. They certainly came through…at a distance, of course, with cans of Lysol covering their retreat.
But after a day or two of sheer rest, what to do? I have a book coming out in early June, so the pre-production list is multiplying right before my eyes. My work-in-progress isn’t due soon, but I decided some time away from the rough draft might be a good thing. (Gotta love rationalizations when you’re in survival mode.)
A friend had recommended the book, Hamnet, by Maggie O’Farrell, so I began reading it and enjoying it immensely. What vast creativity the author has, considering we hardly know more than bits and pieces of Shakespeare’s personal life. And then the fact that they were dying in the bubonic plague crept into my brain. With that bit of irony, I thought I’d better finish the book
So, again I wondered what to do.
I found the television remote, went to a streaming station, and began watching
the delightful Granada Television series of Sherlock Holmes stories starring
Jeremy Brett. I’ve seen these shows before, on the PBS Mystery! series. But what a joy to lie there in my recliner, watch
Brett and David Burke (as Watson) at work, and consider the various plot twists
and turns.
The two series ran from 1984 to 1994, first in England and then in America. Sadly, they ended with
theBy
the time this post goes up, I’ll be out there in the wider world once
again—mask firmly in place—and combing down my list of “Things I Must
Get Done.” On the other hand, I plan to take time each day and pause to
consider the possibility that there is some good fortune in slowing down. And I
will. Balance.
Have you had a situation in your
life that you feared might go badly but ended up with some positive outcomes?
I do hope you are on the other side of this thing by now, Susan. I was fortunate to dodge that particular bullet this time, despite several close exposures at Malice.
ReplyDeleteHowever, I've had life slam me from 90 MPH to PARK several times. Emergency appendectomy surgery, a bout of C-diff, family illnesses, and accidents that required me to take on the role of caregiver, all taught me that control is an illusion.
I hope you're feeling better by now, Susan, and getting back to your to do list. Annette's right - control is an illusion - but it's good to be reminded that we can find balance and even some joy when we hit life's speed bumps.
ReplyDeleteOff to rewatch those Jeremy Brett shows!
Glad you're feeling better!
ReplyDeleteSo glad you are feeling better! Lately it seems that COVID is ramping up its attack again, fortunately in a more benign form than COVID 1.0. I find that most of the bitterest medicine I’ve been forced to swallow had been beneficial in the long run. So much so that now, when things go south, I look forward to the upside! Stay well
ReplyDeleteAh, yes. Mother Nature (in this case in the form of a serious health issue) always comes out on top in the end.
ReplyDeleteI had a serious exposure. Including, idiotically, sitting at my table talking with a neighbor who thought she had allergies, but wanted to make sure before going to a family gathering where some people in fragile health would be present.
I offered her one of my tests (they come in a package of four) and we sat there for the 20 to 30 minutes it takes for the results to register. Only to see it register positive!
Of course I hadn't been smart enough to pull out masks for us.
Fortunately, I didn't get any symptoms and tested negative. And got my second booster.
Glad you're feeling better!
Thanks, everyone. It appears I survived, but It will be a while before I’m back to normal breathing. Not to worry. Typing counts for resting, right?
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