Post 63: #Coronavirus and a global perspective.

Today we’re free-form writing!

We’re sharing our experiences, thoughts, and uncensored opinions during lockdown, quarantine, and self-isolation. For some of us, it’s DAY 63. 

Social policing is the new norm

Tina F., Fairfax, #Virginia

I bet many of you know about the way the grocery stores are handling their customers these days. As for me, I had no clue because during quarantine I either ordered online or had my son do the grocery shopping. That is until this week. I finally decided I was going to do the shopping myself.

The first stop was Whole Foods. I knew to expect lines with everyone obediently standing 6 feet apart. I was happy to see the attendant wiping off other people’s germs off carts (another new normal), but what I saw for the first time was the traffic directions taped to the floor, and other stickers on the floor with additional instructions like, “Stop!” “Wrong way.” “Do not enter.” “One way only!” “Maintain your distance.” These were not makeshift signs with masking tape and marker; no, these were permanent and professionally printed.

My natural instinct upon entering the store was to tackle the grocery shopping as efficiently as possible. I walked up and down aisles, turning around halfway to get other things. Then somehow I finally looked down and noticed the signs on the floor. Oops.

At first I thought, Dang! How much money did they spend to get these made and installed? Then I started to worry that I might get into trouble for not obeying the signs. Then I was struck with an even weirder thought… will they assign traffic police in grocery stores and public spaces? Will they give us citations for walking the wrong way down a one-way aisle? Or lingering too long in one place, or perhaps for standing too close to someone else?

I can just picture it. I am chased by an officer honking a hand-held horn. Everyone slows down to see what’s going on. I am pulled over and the officer says “ma’am, do you know how fast you were walking down the aisle IN THE WRONG DIRECTION?” Ugh!

Nothing is considered far-fetched anymore. When we have a crumbling economy, an armed militia, and media chaos, a police state sounds very plausible. But the ugly truth is that we are already policing each other these days. Public shaming has become “normal.” Just as beating the heck out of the person enforcing the rules has become “normal.”

I can understand why people are moving to the country, where the population is less dense. Where the air is fresh and the birds chirp. Life is always slower and more laid back. I too am planning on moving to that utopia. I plan on growing my own produce. Maybe even have some chickens and bees.

But that does not happen overnight so until I move and am self-sufficient, I guess I will have to put up with these crazy rules around me.

Wait, these policing rules don’t apply to the country, do they ?

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A conversation inside my head

RJD, #Beirut, #Lebanon

I am tired
I am disappointed
I am sad
I am frustrated
I am confused
I am distraught
I am helpless

These thoughts keep turning and turning in my head. Why can’t I have a clear train of thought these days? Why is my head so all over the place?

I looked at myself in the mirror and tried to set things straight. I said to my head: “there is nothing you can do about the world…you can’t fix Covid-19…stop being depressed and get your act together.”

I went back to bed, crawled under the blankets, and cried. I cried not for myself. I rarely do. I cried because my advice to myself was useless. I need to do something for the poor refugee children, for the hungry families, I need to stop this chaos, I need to shut the politicians up, I need to help the students stuck abroad with no money, I need to fix the world.

I have always been a Type A personality: over-achiever, plagued with Catholic guilt, disciplined, obedient, and law-abiding. Bah, that is not getting me anywhere these days. I cried some more.

In the morning, I got up. I inhaled smoke from my first cigarette, looking out at the beautiful Mediterranean, with the sunrise over the Sannine mountains, and convinced myself that I cannot stop the chaos we are living in. I sucked on that fag even harder…but what can I do to stop feeling so helpless?

My answer was to keep writing. This blog and my personal journal are the two things that keep me from going mad. Yes, I am depressed, angry, and frustrated. Yes, I am helpless right now, but at least when I write, I get some of it off my chest.

To those who read my posts, I am sorry if I am always lecturing and spewing anger. For those who see some of my humor, keep smiling. For those who send me encouraging messages, thank you for holding me up. I am blessed in general. I know that, and am blessed to have your support.

And a big thank you my dear friends and family for making the past two months bearable by giving me this writing outlet. Thank you.

Photo by RJD.

After all, tomorrow is another day

RafifJ, #Malaga, #Spain

Today I decided to be positive all day, just to see if that would improve my mood. It did!

It’s amazing how you can set your own tone, your own level of positivity. I guess it starts with having a good night’s sleep. But it also takes conscious effort to not be bothered by the little things. Ugh, that SO does not sound like me!

[SIDE NOTE: You can control your mood by breathing deeply, exhaling, and thinking sunny thoughts. You can also push away deep, dark thoughts that will take you down a nasty road. Sometimes denial, even temporarily, can help you see things through a different lens. I LOVE denial.]

Throughout the day, I chatted with friends and family, read some interesting articles (not Covid-related!), and contemplated my future. What do I want to do when I grow up? Who do I want to be? Where do I want to live? Why do I ask myself so many damn questions?

If the #lockdown has taught me anything, it’s to be a little more introspective and enjoy the process. Doing my what-if analyses, with a positive spin on each option, made me feel optimistic and super-productive. I sent and received good vibes. I volunteered to help a client on a project. In my positive-thinking-state, I realized that I don’t need to have answers to my questions; I just need to BE.

Now at the end of my day, I’m looking back and thinking, I can do this more often. As long as the sun rises and sets every day, virtually anything is possible.

Let’s keep those good vibes going all around.

Marbella, Spain, last February

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Post 26: #Coronavirus and a global perspective

We’re friends and family from around the world, sharing our experiences and thoughts during lockdown, quarantine, and self-isolation. For some of us, it’s DAY 26. Important Note: WE DON’T ALWAYS AGREE – nor do we have to! We post our opinions, and those of our guest bloggers, with no censorship. No copyright infringement intended WRT photos in this post.

Today we feature a new writer from Barcelona!
We’re discussing #COVID-19 anxieties…what they are to us and how we deal with them. Do YOU have any suggestions? Send them on!

COVID-19 Anxieties?

A. from Barcelona

Will my 92-year-old mom make it through this? Will my 93-year-old stepmom, who just got #COVID-19 in Germany, survive it?

How about my brothers, all of whom are over 60 years of age (each with a cocktail of the underlying conditions)?

Will I make it? Who will I lose from my family and friends? Will any of us die alone, without the warmth of human touch? When and where do we get personal ventilators and personal PPE sets?

Will I still have a job when this is over? When will this be over? What will my work be like when it’s over? Do I postpone or cancel almost all of my projects, because they don’t work anymore?

Will I make it through this recession? Will I still afford to travel back and forth to Lebanon? When will I be able to enter Lebanon again? Will I be able to see my mom and bro again?

How will my friends behave after this?  Who is huggable and who isn’t?  What are the new cues?

Will I get a refund for the gym membership I bought a week before the quarantine? Will I need the gym now that I’ve discovered how to work out at home? Do I buy more gym equipment? Do I want to be stuck with gym equipment? Is this…?

Will I ever eat at La Maroteca (best fish in BCN)? Will I ever have my OJ, croissant, and cortado breakfast at Chicaboom, and get to see both Chica and Boom again? Do I really need to eat out that much, or should I learn how to cook and prepare food more at home? Barber? Manicure/pedicure? Waxing? Other personal treatments? Oy!

Will I ever meet the love of my life now that you can’t go near anyone, or will we all jump on each other the minute they let us out? Will one-night-stands have a minimum two-week incubation period?

How do I go to my next medical check-up?  What if I have an emergency? Oy fuck!

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Are these anxieties going to continue to eat at me?  Do I add them to the other anxieties I had before COVID-19? Are they going to make me sick? Is this the wrath of nature because I’m not separating the metal caps from the glass bottles? Is it God again, for all the obvious reasons? 

Who the hell choose this damn topic to start with?

Fear and anxiety in the time of corona

Tina F., Fairfax, Virginia

A few days ago, I read this headline on the BBC news: “US pastor who criticised coronavirus ‘hysteria’ and went to Mardi Gras dies of virus.”

The news is still grim and unsettling, yet I find myself glued to every headline. It’s quite mind-boggling that despite all the devastating statistics, there are still people who think this #coronavirus is a hoax. Many reports discuss the bipartisan attitude towards the virus. Some still believe that the stories and statistics of the virus are overblown. Some Republicans are of the opinion that the Democrats are playing a part in forcing the economy to tank so Trump has a lesser chance of winning the upcoming election.

Well, let’s just get our heads out of our delusional butts and understand that this is a global pandemic!

My anxiety over this virus just goes up when I hear the discrepancy in the news. Today it’s about our President and the WHO bickering over actions and responsibilities. I want to scream out: Stop pointing fingers and get on with it!

This virus is so highly contagious and kills people all over the world in a slow, painful way. They are dying as they gasp for air and basically suffocating.

The hardest part for most people is this feeling of being a caged animal. We are glued to the ticker tape of daily headlines and news reporting deaths and new cases.

Two days ago John Prine, an amazing American country folk singer, died from complications due to the virus. The Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, who has been sick with the virus for 2 weeks, is now in intensive care. The UK , like the USA, was slow to respond to the threat of the virus.

Honestly, I’m not sure what it will take for world leaders to protect their people. Maybe the deaths of a few famous people or high-ranking politicians? Would that bring a united approach to the fight against coronavirus?

I also read about a nursing home in California that has 27 positive cases of COVID-19. The 27 constitutes more than half of the residents. Actions have been taken to isolate the infected. Which conjures images of these people being left alone in an empty room for days. But of course, I know from my daughter (who is a nurse tech at INOVA Fairfax Hospital) that the Covid-positive patients are still cared for, fed, and bathed. But they are not allowed visitors.

According to my dear friend, the isolation and lack of interaction with loved ones will ultimately kill both sick and the healthy patients alike. I see her point. We are a social people. We thrive on human interaction and love. How long can this go on before healthy people crack and die from broken hearts? But the affliction of a broken heart and all other emotional disorders are not contagious. I don’t want to minemize the effects of drepression and anxiety due to this pandemic madness.

Fear and anxiety can be paralyzing, and loneliness can be debilitating. Especially when you watch the news. If you have read this far, you are probably experiencing a little twitch in your belly. This is the feeling I get on a daily basis from media exposure. So now to think about what we can do to can help because there is a light at the end of the tunnel.

  1. I suggest limiting your exposure to the news (duh! That’s a no-brainer) and taking a walk or opening windows for fresh air. Distract yourself with funny TV shows.
  2. If you are gaining weight during all this it’s ok! Just let go of any guilt associated with that. Try some online exercise routines if you feel up to it. But don’t judge yourself.
  3. Do a good deed for someone else and keep in touch with others. The phone and video chats are not off-limits. Please remember that help is a phone call away. You can reach out to a family member, a friend, a hospital, or a help line. You should never feel alone. And if you don’t need the support, think of people you know who might need yours.

I send you all big virtual hugs and kisses, hoping we will soon be out celebrating the end of this crisis.

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Anxiety Anxiousness

RJD, Beirut, Lebanon

Back in January, when Lebanon was just beginning to realize the depth of its financial and economic crisis, I started feeling anxious. As many of you already know, I was dealing with a difficult decision regarding my now closed business. January felt like a whole year. 

Then came February and it felt a little shorter than a year, and BAM! came March! From January to March now feels like a decade has gone by since we ushered in 2020. Along with this decade of three months, came more anxiety, especially with the spread of the Coronavirus. 

At first, I wasn’t dealing with the anxiety. It became a part of me; I embraced it as part of what I was going through and accepted its existence in my being. Until…until it grew and spread its roots into my mind and body so deeply, I could no longer function. It was here to stay, a cement block on my chest, not allowing me to breathe. It took over my mental capacities, my appetite (nothing ever gets my appetite), my sleep, my motivation, my desire to go on, and most importantly, my physical state. I couldn’t move, get out of bed, I felt aches and pains that never existed before. 

So how does one deal with anxiety in stressful times? Here’s what I did:

  1. I reached out for help – as introverted as I am about my emotional wellness, I decided I needed help. My general practitioner, a gem, put me on some natural remedies that eased the sleeplessness. 
  2. Once I was sleeping better, I was waking up more energized and able to get out of bed. 
  3. Then, I was able to acknowledge where I had been and started talking to my family and close friends about it. Sound boards are essential in life!
  4. Once I got out of bed, I made a daily schedule of things I need to accomplish. I kept myself as busy as possible. 
  5. I was able to eat better. That gave me more energy.
  6. I started moving – not exercising at this point – just moving. 
  7. Then, when I felt stronger, I started practicing my version of yoga. 
  8. Then, I started dancing, such a fun and motivating exercise and at the same makes you spew all that anxiety out. 
Tuscany, Italy – Aug. 2019.
I am coming back soon!

It doesn’t work for everyone, but for those who are feeling the anxiety of being home all the time, feeling lonely and alone, unable to move on and adjust to our new normal, please reach out to someone (general practitioner, counselor, psychologist, life coach, family, a friend, it really doesn’t matter) and start your building blocks to get rid of the dark cloud that can engulf us unknowingly. 

Here is a breathing exercise I learned a while back: close your eyes, sit in any comfortable position, focus on the cloud above you. Feel it, visualize it, color it, shape it. Slowly with each breath, make it move over to the left or right as you make it change color. When you feel it has gone, slowly breathe out and open your eyes and do something nice for yourself. 

Mental in Malaga

RafifJ, Malaga, Spain

“Today I’ll go out. No, better to stay in. I have work to do. Well, it can wait. No, it can’t. Who knows if I will have work tomorrow. Eat. No, I just did that. Well, OK, I’ll eat again. WAIT! I’ll take a nap. Maybe I should do some lunges. Shit, I have to call XX to check in. Let me take a shower so they don’t see how crappy I look.”

Sound familiar?

It’s bad enough that we’re under lockdown, but when we start feeling caged in by our own thoughts it’s time to change things up a little. I know my friends offer sensitive, caring advice, but I take more of a hardliner’s approach. Here goes:


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You are alive, unlike about 90,000 others around the world. Now get off your butt and do these things:

  1. Play Aretha Franklin’s RESPECT. You don’t have to dance, but you have to sing along. TRUST ME ON THIS.
  2. Open the window and shout out, “Hello, world!” Only do once a day or your neighbors will freak out.
  3. Do 2 minutes of exercise. It can be dancing, stretching your neck, or raising your glass. TWO MINUTES won’t kill you. Over time, do more if you like this.
  4. Turn off the damn news and watch a Hallmark Channel or equally sappy show. Romances are best.
  5. Create an idea wall. On Post-It notes, jot down the things you have learned during your stay-at-home experience. Stick the notes on the wall and organize them. Check out the patterns you create.
  6. Do an online word cloud. List the words that describe how you feel, choose a shape and a font, and see the magic that happens. Repeat. You’ll find that the words eventually become happier.
  7. Plan an online party. Invite three people. Repeat, with others.
  8. Take a virtual museum tour. All the major museums around the world are offering free tours. You might learn something, and just think – later you can show off your vast cultural knowledge.
  9. Play online backgammon. Or some other game.
  10. Call someone. Anyone. Never, ever feel like you’re the only one going through this. We are all in the same boat.

Good luck to us all!

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