There don’t seem to be a lot of familar names here anymore (it’s been several years since I’ve posted at all regularly), but I thought I’d put in my own two cents.
At this point, I’m one of the very few people I know who hasn’t had Covid at least once. I’ve tried to be very careful because my health isn’t great to begin with, and (even though most people I know are having rather mild cases these days), I’m not getting any younger, and long Covid is still at the back of my mind.
In any event, I’ve had my two original shots plus three boosters (all Pfizer), and I still wear a KN95 mask (which I don’t find the least bit uncomfortable) in stores and medical offices, on public transportation, and in other indoor settings where there are more than a handful of people. Although on the rare occasions when I eat in a restaurant, I don’t bother anymore because I have to take it off to eat anyway. And I stopped wearing a mask outdoors a couple of years ago.
I’ve been to exactly one movie theater in the last three years, and didn’t leave the boundaries of New York City, by plane or otherwise, between late February 2020 and late November 2022, when I finally met my son in upstate New York to visit relatives for Thanksgiving, and then accompanied him back to Toronto for a few days. (He had come home a number of times, so it’s not as if I hadn’t seen him at all.)
Whether my good fortune is attributable to my precautions or not I can’t say, but I have no plans to change. None of it bothers me, and at least living here, nobody gives me a hard time. Not that I would put up with it if anyone did!
What surprises me more is that my son hasn’t had it yet either, despite doing quite a bit of travel, including to Europe, and – quite naturally at his age – being much more interested in being out and about and socializing than I am. He’s still up in Toronto, where he’s now ABD in a PhD program at the U of T., and no longer wears a mask other than in medical settings. I worry about him, of course, but I can’t tell him to be a hermit. The isolation at the beginning (especially with all the lockdowns up there, which were far stricter than anything that was ever imposed in New York City; he wasn’t even allowed to go sit on a park bench) was way harder on him psychologically than it ever was on me. So he’s pleased that life is more normal now.
Donna