It's no secret that I've been on the front lines of Covid ever since it arrived. The laboratory I work used to be focused on specifically one test. An inhouse test created for early detection of various cancers. It's basically a fancy way of saying we do a lot PCR(polymerase chain reaction). Which is another fancy way of saying 'we take a little bit of DNA and replicate however many thousands of times until we have enough genetic material to do a quantitative test, one that'll look for specific markers in your DNA and whether or not other markers have(or have not)been activated. Which can lead to cancer. Or if cancer is already active, certain markers will have been either activated or repressed. I could go further into this, but it's not all that important. I hate saying that my company made out like bandits, but that'd be a lie. Holy shit, company stocks are high.
Basically, at the jump, my company started to offer Covid testing based on the same principles with some tweaking to some of test phases that go in how QNS tests find a result that would be considered accurate. That's science that above my paygrade, and the people in R&D aren't always forthcoming with how they do what they do. Needless to say there was tinkering that was going on to detect viral loads in a person's body.
This has made me go through periods of morbid acceptance to how I operated in my job to blind optimism to thinking that I was really making a difference to sheer bitter nihilism that people are idiots as I continued to watch case numbers rise, and the utter cognitive dissonance as I'd hear people say that the virus isn't real, or not that bad, or some other mental safety net meant to keep their precious worldview in line with their altered reality.
I realize it's made me angrier than I'd like to be, angrier than I already am, and if I wasn't already really resentful, I'm likely there now. So my ability to cope, surrounded by it as I am, hasn't been a lot. This has made me snap at people on MUs more often than I like to admit if for no other reason than I felt helpless. It is for that reason, that I came to resolution as to how this had been affecting me, negatively. These were never opinions I voiced, not openly, but the thought was there. Looking at tests results, seeing the number of positives increase, seeing co-workers have to leave work for two weeks because they were exposed, and then some not still not come back yet. There are times where I sit and wonder if I'm really doing any good at all.
And then I wonder how much of me will be left when I get to the other side. Self-depreciating humor tends to be my go-to.
I lost my cat, my best friend to seizures. I had to do what I could for my significant other go through emotional breakdowns from being trapped in one room. No, I don't think many people have had good years. I think I'm glad that I'm still here, typing this.
I am coping, if that is a word for it. YouTube and played through old games that I had never had the time for have helped. Though I have rediscovered my talent for cooking as of late, which has been nice. And picking back up my various skills at mixology and seeing if I can create new cocktails simply because I could. As for RP? My RP circle is literally 5 people. I'm content to keep it that way until I feel like expanding that.
I'm okay. I tell my therapist that.