day 53

So the same week that France went on lockdown the children’s hospital where my daughter was supposed to get an allergy test called and canceled her appointment.   

They contacted us last week to reschedule for today.  At first I didn’t want her to go, to leave the safe bubble of our house and into a place where the most severe children cases of COVID-19 are found.  Plus the allergy test wasn’t urgent.  It could wait to later, couldn’t it? 

When’s later pointed out my husband.  This thing isn’t going away any time soon.  He also pointed out that she would be going before the official de-confinement date so there would probably less people out.  Plus the hospital wouldn’t have called us to reschedule if it wasn’t safe he reassured me. 

I knew he was right.  Now that the lockdown is over we would have to decide, would we continue to stay in the apartment in suspended animation?  Or would we live our lives while minimizing risks, as we always have? 

So off they went my husband and my daughter to the outside world.   When they came back I asked my husband how it went.  After he briefed me on my daughter’s test and the conditions of the hospital (hand sanitizers, masks, and social distancing) I asked him, with the curiosity of someone who hadn’t been more than a kilometer radius from her apartment for 53 days, how it felt.

Good he said.