UPDATE:
Dear Friends,
A heartfelt thank you to all of you who replied to my message, it was just what I needed and I’m so grateful to all of you.
Cinderella did go to the ball! Or as in my case, the Barbican to see The Buddha of Suburbia! The trip was a triumphant success!
Buoyed up by all of your support, I went with a sense of adventure, bringing to mind what all of you had said in your wonderful messages of solidarity, understanding, empathy, precautionary measure ideas and positivity.
After a meal with my friend, I noted I was more likely to catch something in the restaurant, than in the vast auditorium. This worry I decided not to battle with, as I felt I had had this conversation with myself before and best to concentrate on the task ahead.
First off, I went to the theatre door 20 mins ahead and asked the girl to show me where I would be sitting. Lo and behold, it was right there next to the theatre exit! And the space was indeed cut off from those in the front. And the seats were moveable! And my friend and I had it to ourselves. We sat down immediately not having encountered many other punters at that time and I moved the chair even further back for peace of mind and settled down excitedly, thick mask strapped on snuggly.
The auditorium began to fill, each row having its own door, imagine! There were other people further down, here and there, wearing masks too. As the play started my concentration wasn’t great. There was a lot to get used to. But I settled and started to enjoy the play, half aware of my surroundings. Every now and again, a single cough would ring out, further away here and there. It would jolt me, but swathed in the blanket of positivity that your comments wrapped me in, I turned the feelings I had of slight panic into moments of observation instead. I settled in further.
Later in the show, suddenly the lights shone over the heads of the entire audience for a quick moment, suddenly bringing to light, that I was in a room with 1200 people. The image completely mirrored my nightmare, it was the exact same image. But the dark doom laden feeling that had accompanied my nightmare image, was now filled with awareness that this was a joyful experience, not a dark one. And with that came the idea, that of these 1200 people, probably 5 had Covid at the most I guessed, according to the .gov dashboard stats if I was right.. Just 5! So even when the man in front did a slight cough, I didn’t panic. I had rationalised the whole thing, masked up, taken every precaution possible and enjoyed the play thoroughly.
When my friend and I left at the first curtain call, there was no huge hoard behind us, it was a safe space. Nothing to worry about. We parted and I went to the disabled loo and promptly locked myself in mistakenly! A kind assistant let me out pointing to where the button was! A slight panic, but more comedy if anything!
I have to say, the 6 staff I encountered were incredibly kind, smiley and helpful. I felt very looked after. They may be under instructions to treat us mask wearers well, or maybe they were all having a great night.
I hope my detailed message will give others some encouragement, as well as updating you all. On Saturday I will go to the concert hall, everything will be much more familiar I think. I can’t thank you all enough. You’ve taught me so much, as well as it being very important to share and seek support from others in the same position. I’m so very glad I did.
Thank you again so very much, xxx
PS if anyone knows how to read that .gov dashboard please let me know I think it might also help me.
PPS I was wrong about the dashboard stats turns out the current rate of Covid is 4-5 people out of 100,000 people!
ORIGINAL MESSAGE:
Hello everyone,
I’m writing to ask for some positive comments and rational ideas that would help me this week. I’ve got lupus and am on steroids and Mycophenolate.
Since the pandemic started, I have shut myself away for fear of getting Covid. I meet very few people and stopped going to theatres and cinemas, parties, weddings and funerals.
In the last 2 years I have started going to art exhibitions at quiet times with my thick n95 mask. I also go to quiet restaurants and meet more people in the summer outside and life feels better then. I also keep away from families whom I think of as risky, because they have children.
All this anxious behaviour makes me feel safe, but also very depressed and like I no longer have a life and am half the person I used to be.
This week an extraordinary thing happened, I went to an exhibition at The Barbican arts centre in London, got invited to see a play there by an actress who I knew and bumped into and without thinking and with a lot of help from the kind box office lady, I bought myself tickets for a play and a concert at the Barbican arts centre. I did this after choosing back of the auditorium, in the corner seats, which are tickets very carefully chosen for their most remote position from the majority of the audience. They are also in the disabled section, which I understand from seeing one hall has a large gap between it and the next row down.
As you can see I have tried my best to be super super cautious. And you can probably also see that I am living my life entirely through the prism of anxiety of catching Covid.
When I bought the tickets, I was buoyed up by seeing my actress friend, her showing me one of the auditoriums, seeing the gap between my row and the next and the kindness of the box office lady. I left there euphoric that I was going to see a play and a concert, just like I used to when I had a life.
However, today I am filled with anxiety and dread and darkness. I am determined to go though. I must go to get over this hurdle and enjoy the beauty of theatre and music and begin going again just like other people, although I will always choose a remote seat and wear my thick mask. I must get over this anxiety and connect to my former self.
Can you help me with some rational and supportive thoughts about the situation. I would be grateful for anyone’s kind considered and safe encouragement.
Thank you so much xxx