I am fairly healthy for my age except for the after-effects of being knocked down by a car at 5.15 pm on Tuesday 5 March 2003 which left me with permanent injuries and lingering pain. Despite that I’ve continued being active in the older people’s movement. I gave up leading an Education Charity in 2014. We raised funds for education In Guyana from 1987. In addition, we helped send Gap Year students to Guyana through Project Plus. Since 1996 I’ve been a member of several Charities, and Chairman of two. As such I attended several meetings during the course of the week. That was was until COVID19 came upon us, and February lockdown was enforced. Since February 2020 I’ve spent my days virtually zooming. These are now new words in my vocabulary. I have zoom meetings, and join zoom meetings, and attend church by Zoom. I have Choir Practice by Zoom. The only physical contact I have with the outside world is with my son who, when we were instructed not to allow anyone into our homes, it broke my heart when I told him to leave things on the doorstep. He turned away with his head hung low and I cried. A day or two later I realised that I needed him to do things for me, and I told him so. He had to bring my shopping in, take the bins out, and do other things for my survival. I spoke to my friends by telephone occasionally, but it was not the same. I’ve had work going on in my house since June last year, coupled with which in October I had water cascade down from my loft and damage two floors. That, and and being constantly racially bullied by members of a group have made me extremely depressed.
Being locked down is more like being locked up – I would imagine. Because of the unfinished work going on in the house, I’ve been more or less confined to one room, my spare bedroom where I have a view of my small garden, and the sun shines in this room if I leave the curtains open from sunrise. Here I soak up the sun and top up my Vitamin D until the sun disappears around 10 a.m. So for the first two or three hours I lie on my bed with the sun on me. I would love to say that I top up my tan, but I have a permanent one. The day continues with virtual meetings, That’s my day. Since February I’ve ventured out twice, when my neighbour took me for a short walk. I feel I’ve lost my confidence. I feel I’ve aged visibly by ten years. I don’t know if I’ll drive again. As for going on the buses? I absolutely dread the thought. Here endeth a synopsis of my relationship with COVID19.
Ms Bridgit A Sam-Bailey. July 2020.