|Bognor High Street|
WTF was my first reaction. It felt like a sledgehammer to crack a nut. I was not actually dying so it felt drastic. I was however, feeling quite poorly and part of me thought Oh good, I can go to bed and that will be very nice. It had taken a few days to decide to ask for advice, because I had not got the symptoms that I thought I should have. These are -
- A fever
- A cough
- Difficulty breathing.
- Sore throat
|It isn't all about me after all|
- I feel fine. I have always carried on regardless, I am not ill enough to stop
- Self isolation is inconvenient. It is really going to mess up my week.
- Who will believe me if I stay at home for a week? Everyone will think I am a hypochondriac.
- How real is this? Am I imagining it?
- This virus will not harm me, I am healthy
- My neighbour is elderly and it will harm her
- My client is vulnerable and already frightened about surviving this virus. It will harm them.
- I cannot tell who is vulnerable or not in the streets of Bognor. If I am carrying the Corona virus, I cannot tell who will be in danger. I cannot take the risk.
|Get a grip and self isolate.|
- Eventually I paid attention to my symptoms.
- I weighed up what I wanted with what would be good for my clients.
- I read and researched the official websites and the links they provided. My symptoms were likely to be Corona, and I was not nearly unwell enough to call 111 or 999.
- I followed the NHS question and answer links and was told to self isolate. I spoke to family and friends who are medics. Their advice was always the same. Get a grip and self isolate.
- After feeling very put upon and extremely annoyed, I understood the bigger picture and realised that it was not about me at all
- I self isolated, cancelled everything, arranged for my clients to have other people to help.
- Now I feel poorly, virtuous and a bit silly.
- But my eyes are opened to how much responsibility we have for each other. Just by self isolating, I am doing something for my local and global community.