One week into my Covid isolation

Tuesday 22nd March 2022

Last Monday Karen tested positive. I was in work when she told me so rushhed out to find a test. It was early morning and the Apotheke were not yet open but as luck would have it I found a test centre across the road from my excavation. When I explained the situation they gave me a PCR test.

The results came in the next day. Positive of  course.

The last week has been fairly draining emotionally. After years of putting it off, I finally went and found a therapist - for reasons I'll explain another day. I've really needed to do this for a long time. Decades most likely. I had to cancel my appointment due to current infected condition. I'm really not happy about this and the guy did not even address my question about whether a zoom meeting was possible; I'm in such a state, anything at all would be better than nothing. 

I'm freaking out, although trying hard to avoid Karen getting my wrath. I stay out of her way, best I can. Getting lost down the rabbit-hole that is the internet helps. I should be working. I've done a little bit today on my history blog and have sought out some peeps on Fiverr to do some work for me to get my YouTube channel working on a better footing but really I'm just marking time. I find it very hard to get motivated. My self-confidence - what little I had - is shot to hell: I'm no longer emotionally invested in archaeology as I once was. It is only because Covid destroyed my tour business  that I find myself back in the job; and that is all it is now, a job. A regular paycheck.

People always say how interesting the job is, how they always wanted to do it; how lucky I am.

They have no idea.