It all started in early November 2019. The boyfriend got injured at work. Complicated injuries have him home full time for now. With everyone being home quarantined at present, here is my experience with home quarantine not related to the coronavirus.
At first, all hands on deck in caring for my beloved. That has not changed. Actually, we both care for each other the best we can since I have health issues too. When there is a sudden reconstruction of one’s life you start to see different personalities appear from someone you’ve lived with for years. And you thought you knew them. HA!!!
In all fairness, my boyfriend is used to working every day for his entire life and when you lose that suddenly, you lose part of your identity. Then there is the uncertainty of what’s next. Together we have run the gambit of emotions on this crazy rollercoaster.
I’m going to break it down for you how the two of us have gotten closer over these last few months.
I wake up to the sound of the tv every morning. Not part of my usual reality. I used to go all day with no television. I loved the sweet silence throughout the day. Now, it’s Fox News or sports channel or Ancient aliens. My three choices. Ok, fine. If you go back and read my post titled “Aliens in the House”, you’ll understand how I have accepted the reality that aliens live among us. Apparently, living in my house. It now has been pounded into my psyche that Democrats and Republicans cannot get along and who the hell cares about Tom Brady.
But, it being a new day, I smile. Moving forward, we attend physical therapy 3 days per week. Afterward, we usually go to McDonald’s for breakfast and leisurely hang out and chat for a bit. That was before this social distancing thing. Now we sit in the car and eat our breakfast and chat. Sometimes we stop and get soft pretzels and a soda and hang out on the dock of the bay. Go ahead, sing the song, “Sittin of the dock of the bay. Watchin the tide roll away.” I sing it often.
The conversations that we have had in the last 4 months are the real eye-openers:
Sitting in the car, eating our soft pretzels and drinking soda: Soda makes you burp and we own our burps. The louder the better. He finishes his soda and burps and I dismiss it as usual. I finished mine and let a loud, boisterous burp. He had a look of disgust on his face as he said, “Dis – gusting”. I completely ignored that because that’s what we do but in the same motion, I looked over at him and blurted out, “I love you so much.” Confounded, he said, “So, I guess I have to call you disgusting in order to get an I love you?” It happened so fast and it was like I didn’t even hear him say, “Dis – gusting”. After a minute of going over the conversation, we both laughed so hard that our stomachs hurt and tears just rolled down our faces.
Driving home from physical therapy, we had a conversation about how I should slow down because state troopers can scan your speed from behind the cop car. I didn’t know that but, ok. Then it began, he continued for a good 5 minutes straight ranting about how he got pulled over because he was speeding. His explanation to the cop was that he was on a grade and he had to build up speed to keep pace as he ascended so-called grade. He kept talking and talking and I couldn’t take another minute. I shouted, ” Stop talking. I didn’t need a dissertation on the trajectory of the highway grade and how that doesn’t warrant a ticket.” His reaction was priceless. Astonished and half offended. Once again, my brain seems to be on a delay, I replayed the conversation in my mind and almost had to pull over for laughing so damn hard and crying at the same time.
Our living room has a couch and two recliners. I usually sit on the couch with the dog and my boyfriend sits in the rocking recliner. The recliner is getting old and now it has the most irritating squeak. My boyfriend has this nervous rock. He can’t sit still. If he’s not in a rocking chair, his leg is constantly shaking. I try, I swear I try, but after hours of that damn squeak, I want to jump out of my seat, drag that damned chair outside and burn it. I want to burn it in big flames, big, smoky flames. I feel like it would be such a cleansing ritual. It would free my soul. Every single day, hour after hour I listen to that evil squeak that has been sent to test the conduction of every single nerve in my body. I have to say, I patiently tolerate it. I don’t ever ask him to stop rocking. Well, once in a while, I ask him for just a moment, through gritted teeth, to please just stop before I have to explode.
We have become much closer than ever. We have shared different experiences of our lives with each other, now that we have the time to do so. We have also opened the pandora’s box of each of our little annoying nuances. We’re still here, laughing mostly and enjoying each other’s company, for the most part. Every now and then, there are little whispers coming from under our breath that we want to say out loud but also keep to ourselves. The whispers tend to sneak out of our mouths all on their own. We sit back and smile and think, “Did I say that?”
My hope is that you are getting the most positive experiences from your quarantine time with family. I hope you laugh more than you cry and that you are finding virtue in your level of patience. Smile, it makes life so much better.