Well, I figured out that rumor was the stay-at-home Trump issued nationwide on Friday. It was old news.
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I find myself going to work and wondering if "this is gonna be the day" every day now. The day I get it. The day I get my death sentence. I am sure that those closer to the front line are wondering that and more. It's awful having such a terrible thing in common. My parents are in their 70s and worried about me but, Dad has been my encouragement daily which has been the biggest surprise. My cheerleader. My 74 yr old cranky cheerleader. LOL!
Seriously, he knows how scared I am and he keeps encouraging. (I just thanked him on FB for being encouraging and he said he was just doing the daddy thing.)
Some of the other people at work didn't understand why I wanted to look into not working if things got worse and thought I was upset about not getting pd and stuff. They didn't understand that it didn't have anything to do with money or not wanting to be there. It was just a concern for my own safety since I'm at such risk. They just thought I wanted off. That's not the case. I cancelled my vacation for this mo. in case they need me. Despite the risk and the fear.
It was weird walking into the store tonight not knowing what to expect but, I needed things. I wanted to see if things had settled down. It is the last trip I'll be making into the store for the next few weeks. I will order some of the smaller items online and pick them up outside. I have to be conscious of everything I touch, everything I'm doing, all day and all night. Constantly asking myself...do I need to wash first, then do, then wash some more? Or just do and then wash. Depends on the task. I'm so focused on being aware that I lose some of myself to that during the day. Thinking each thing through to see if and when to wash. Trying to guide others to make sure they're washing and handling appropriately, too.