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msconductI've been at home for the last seven weeks, but since we're about to move down to Alert Level 2 I decided I was going to go out today to the supermarket and fruit and vege shop. Then I had the worst night's sleep ever: it seems my brain was all DANGER DANGER DO NOT BREACH PERIMETER. It seems I have FOGO: Fear Of Going Out.
That would make sense if this were the US or Brazil. It isn't, though. New Zealand has had a string of tiny numbers of new cases for a couple of weeks, like zero, one, or two, and more to the point, we know where those cases are. Some of them have been in Kiwis still coming home who were quarantined when they crossed the border. And the rest have been related to known clusters, and those people are also in isolation. Thus far, we have zero evidence of community transmission. That's why we're moving to Level 2. There's no reason at all not to venture out. But my brain just doesn't want to.
Fortunately, I didn't have to debate it with myself after all. A box of wholemeal flour and stuff was delivered today and I strained a muscle picking it up. I didn't want to make it worse by picking anything else up, so back to shopping delivery for me. My brain is relieved. I thought it might just be me and my thyroid autoimmune disease-caused paranoia, but lots of people I know who aren't in a high risk group seem to have the same FOGO.
Maybe I'll go out later this week and support the economy. Maybe. Let's see how the FOGO feels then.
That would make sense if this were the US or Brazil. It isn't, though. New Zealand has had a string of tiny numbers of new cases for a couple of weeks, like zero, one, or two, and more to the point, we know where those cases are. Some of them have been in Kiwis still coming home who were quarantined when they crossed the border. And the rest have been related to known clusters, and those people are also in isolation. Thus far, we have zero evidence of community transmission. That's why we're moving to Level 2. There's no reason at all not to venture out. But my brain just doesn't want to.
Fortunately, I didn't have to debate it with myself after all. A box of wholemeal flour and stuff was delivered today and I strained a muscle picking it up. I didn't want to make it worse by picking anything else up, so back to shopping delivery for me. My brain is relieved. I thought it might just be me and my thyroid autoimmune disease-caused paranoia, but lots of people I know who aren't in a high risk group seem to have the same FOGO.
Maybe I'll go out later this week and support the economy. Maybe. Let's see how the FOGO feels then.
