It’s been difficult to write this week.
If you’ve been keeping up with my updates on Twitter, my boyfriend is in hospital with COVID19, which he tested positive for when going in for an already scheduled surgery on ruptured abscess #3.
The pain in his hip has since been diagnosed, which he is currently receiving pain medication for. The Osteo docs will make a further plan of action, as he recovers from this surgery and is being treated for Covid.
I got tested, which came back negative, but I’m in quarantine until the 16th. So as you can imagine, writing has been a bit beyond my brain capacity these last few days.
So with this, as for all of us, has not been the greatest start to the new year, talking to family over the phone and you lovely people has been keeping me going of late. So, for that, I want to thank you.
Since the start of this year, given the dumpster fire that was 2020, I’ve been adament on following the ‘one day at a time’ train of thought.
Let’s face it, 2020 proved to us that anything can happen, and the first week of 2021 has been no different. We are back in national lockdown in the UK, and my heart goes out to the Americans after seeing the terrible events at the Capitol on Wednesday.
Right now, I’m trying getting back into my usual routine. It’s not easy and obviously there are more things to consider now while my boyfriend is being treated. What isolation measures need to be put in place when he can come home if it’s needed, getting medicine delivered instead of going to the pharmacy until quarantine ends etc.
So yeah, things are very up in the air and we don’t know what’s happening from one moment to the next. I just keep telling myself: one day at a time.