My COVID-10 Journal – Day 45

I had an exhausting day at work. As each hour passed, I had more and more patients to see. There were so many patients waiting, with problems so complex, that at 1 o’clock in the afternoon, I asked my assistant to cancel a clinic so that I could finish while I still had enough space…

My COVID-19 Journal – Day 44

“We are all in this together.” The Prime Minister says this every day as he ends his briefing. Political leaders everywhere are saying this. “We are all in this together.” But are we together? Different people have very different experiences of the pandemic, in fact. Some people can isolate at home, never having had any…

My COVID-19 Journal – Day 43

It’s a beautiful April Day. It’s sunny and there’s a soft, warm wind blowing from the West, brushing the treetops and ruffling the last leaves holding on from the fall. I am thinking of marijuana. Three years ago, in 2017, marijuana was an illegal substance in Canada and now it’s an “essential service”. The marijuana…

My COVID-19 Journal Day 42

I have COVID dreams. It’s not unusual for the day to follow us into night but much of our present is so different from our lives before COVID that many people are likely having dreams related to our new experience. Even though I know this, my COVID dreams startle me. Is this happening to you?…

My COVID-19 Journal – Day 37

I am having a lot of help with this blog lately. Last week, I wanted to speak about valuing our elders and a friend sent me the perfect quote to set off my point. I spent the afternoon with teachers with program staff and I wanted to express my gratitude to these professionals for all…

My COVID-19 Journal – Day 35

Yesterday morning I climbed onto the treadmill to listen to the Prime Minister’s briefing and the news. As I began to focus on the program, an image of a small town came into view, with white clapboard buildings and a white clapboard, steepled church. The breaking news focused my attention and I learned, with all…

My COVID-19 Journal – Day 33, 34

One of the things I have spent extra time doing these past few weekends of isolation is writing letters and postcards. Receiving something special by “snail mail” is rare now, but heartwarming, and personally written letters are very powerful emotionally. In case you prefer to have proof about the power of letters, you can read…