I am having a hard time adjusting to the pandemic being over. That might sound odd or maybe it doesn't sound so odd, I don't know how other people feel on this all.
I go places and see all these people without masks and get a bit nervous, maybe more than a bit. I put my mask even though I am fully vaccinated. I feel confused as strangers will get near to me while I am in my scrubs. Even the roads being filled to cars, feels more unreal than when they were empty.
I was convinced a few weeks back, we had a few rogue positive covid tests, that we had a variant in the building and the pandemic would all start a new and be vaccine resistant. I was terrified of that, but also resigned and ready to fight the next the battle in werid sort of way. I feel like I am just waiting for the next crisis to hit and can't stop the waiting. I don't even want to take my mask off when places say no mask required.
Us all testing negative and the state saying patient's don't even need to mask in the builiding anymore and life going back to normal has me feeling strangely a bit numb and confused. I should be happy and I kind of am. But I am kind of lost too. Things going back to normal feels surreal.
I find myself shifting between fearing a variant, being happy life is back to normal and feeling like...well it is hard to explain sort of shell shocked, not that I have the time to take a breath and be shellshocked. I lost several wonderful patients and I find myself thinking about them, long after other people in the building seemed to have moved on. I find myself reliving my own epperience of almost having a covid stroke and like...I almost died and I didn't even get that then. I was in the rush to get back to work while still short of breath, that seems sort of extreme now that I think about that. I am like was that really me?
I find it werid to see people gathering without masks and moving on and while I am glad that people are and happy about it, I sort of feel like I might never move on. I am not sure I even want to move on. It feels almost disrespectful to move on. I still cry over people who died. I cry over them more now than I did in the midst of things, I didn't have time to in the midst of things, but now it is really hitting me.
I am not fully sure how to move on. I feel like life will never be back to normal or back to the way it was before.