Sheltering in place
So … is everybody out there self-quarantined? Er, sheltered in place? And how are you doing so far? I thought a 14-day trial would be pretty easy. After all, I’m often home for 5 to 6 days at a time anyway without giving it a second thought. And when I do go out, it’s usually only for groceries or to pick up a prescription.
But now I’m home because a variety of health professionals and government officials have said it is the right thing to do, especially since my 77th birthday is rapidly approaching. Oddly, though, now that I’ve been warned not to go out, I’m feeling anxious and confined whereas two days ago I wouldn’t have given it a second thought.
I rescheduled today’s haircut for a month from now. Why take the chance, I thought. And now I’m worried about my annual physical coming up in a couple of weeks. I really don’t want to go to a doctor’s office right now. Trump said something today about telemedicine appointments for people on Medicare, but I haven’t seen any details on that yet. I think I’d be fine if I postponed the whole thing for a couple of months since I’ve got no physical concerns at the moment, provided I can still get any needed prescription refills.
And I worry a lot about drug shortages. I’ve already encountered problems getting refills on two drugs in the last two weeks.
I didn’t rush out to indulge in panic buying, deciding I’d just wait till things calmed down. Besides, I didn’t want to be a part of those awful crowds. But over the weekend I began thinking I really needed to test my options, to confirm that either groceries are still readily available, and I could relax, or they aren’t. So I placed a grocery order to be delivered this evening (my first time to try the delivery option). Just the stuff I would normally buy for a week to 10 days. The only thing not available on the list was — you guessed it — toilet paper. Either my order this evening will arrive with most or all the items I ordered, or it will be woefully lacking and I’ll have an anxiety attack.
I’m on the fence about son and grandkids coming over. They are sequestered too — son told to work from home for three weeks and grandkids’ school closed for at least two weeks. However, my daughter-in-law is still working part-time, as an EMT. That exposure concerns me.
If I run out of something important and can’t get more, I’ll hope you weren’t one of the people who bought a cartful of it, especially if I end up getting the virus. I can sort of understand panic buying, but I still think it’s thoughtless and selfish. How can we all be good citizens and good neighbors if it’s suddenly every man for himself?
So there you are. If I can get groceries and other essentials delivered, I’ll be fine. If not … well, I’d rather not think about that.
I hope everyone out there is staying healthy and being responsible.
NOTE: My grocery delivery arrived. Very few of the frozen dinners were included. None of the fresh meat. Coffee beans instead of ground. No kitty litter. I did get the two pizzas and the three pints of ice cream. The delivery man, who was also the one who filled my order in the store, said police and fire were there because people were verging on fistfights over food. And he said the store where I usually shop, a bit farther away, was minus one entire shipment of meat when the incoming truck lost its refrigeration on the road. The whole load was a loss. All of this exacerbated by a winter storm watch for Thursday. Ugh. Apparently it’s even worse out there than I feared. Guess I’d better try ordering pet supplies online. Kitty litter is a necessity, and substitute pet foods probably won’t fly.