A few days ago my partner worked from home because he wasn’t feeling 100%. He had a scratchy throat and didn’t feel like eating much. His symptoms worsened slightly; and I developed a headache and a feeling like I was coming down with something. Given that I’m over fifty I had to book a PCR test which meant missing my granddaughter’s big double digit birthday. I really wanted to be there for her but it was better to be safe than sorry.
I haven’t seen my granddaughter or youngest daughter in a year and I miss them terribly. There’s been little communication between us because of a big falling out a year ago. I’m disappointed that I cannot be there for my granddaughter or to lay groundwork for reconciliation with my daughter.
I’m also a little relieved because I don’t have to face the unknown with my daughter right away. I’ve felt very trepidatious over this trip. I made plans for dealing with any triggers that might come up but my anxiety didn’t seem to care, and it’s still been pretty high. Since facing my daughter has been postponed I have more time to prepare myself mentally.
As it turns out I caught some kind of bug but it isn’t Covid. I’m on the mend and rescheduled everything for this coming weekend.
My Phoenix Rising 