It’s on the news every day, it’s the only topic of conversation in work, you see it everywhere you go. Mask wearing, social distancing, hand washing. COVID-19 has taken over our lives in an unprecedented manner. Will it ever end, Will a vaccine ever be developed to confine this terrible pandemic to the history books? At the moment, the answer is no. The toll on the physical and mental health of people is incalculable.
It’s the weekend and I’m glad I’m off work and don’t have to travel into the city. I’m glad I don’t have to wear a face covering on the sauna-like train to the point where I feel nauseous. I’m glad I don’t have to stand in queues in shops where other customers flaunt the regulations and invade my personal staff. I’m glad I don’t have to go the office and sanitise my hands every five minutes. I’m glad because it’s exhausting.
Today I can breathe fresh air on my morning run and not worry about crowds. I can sit in our back garden and write as opposed to in a cramped office with other people. I don’t have to worry about random strangers with coughs and splutters. I am in a safe place. I want to unwind, to relax, to switch off from the relentless tsunami of information, headlines and unsettling developments. Today I can retreat and recover.
It’s a fatigue of sorts. In the beginning I devoured the daily bulletins and couldn’t get enough. But it’s been six months now and tiredness is setting in. It’s ground me down and I just want it all to go away, even for a few days. Yet, here I am, blogging about it again, shooting myself in the foot, defeating the purpose of my original premise. I’ve completed the circle, turned 360 degrees, back to where it all started. Are you suffering from COVID-19 fatigue?