I have a confession to make: I am an introvert. INTP, to be exact. Introverted, Intuitive, Thinking, and Perceiving if one believes Myers-Briggs Type Indicator tests.
After my husband passed away nine months ago I didn’t want so see people. I had difficulty being in crowds/ couldn’t stand the sympathy stares/ didn’t want to have conversations/ hear ‘I’m sorry’ over and over. Being around people tore my already-broken heart out and smashed it into a million shards.
But dealing with people is a fact of life, especially when one works in the medical field. I had to get used to people again. From patients who asked ‘How is your husband?’ to interacting with others without crying.
Then I accepted a new job involving travel, training, and being very people-forward. I found that I liked interacting with people- even enjoyed it!
Enter Covid-19. Just when I decide I enjoy people, have a job that I love with a company that cares, a boss whom I respect, and did I mention decided I enjoy people, BOOM! Lockdown!
Keep your distance!
Work from home!
Flatten the curve!
Only leave the house for essentials.
Travel is out, people are virtual, work is phone and email.
Family is communicating by phone, text, and via the houseparty app – which is a hoot. But virtual communication can never be as sweet as a hug from a grandlittle!
But at least I’m alive. No symptoms. No fever. Trying to raise social awareness.
I will survive, I’m an introvert. We know how to do it best, alone… But that doesn’t stop me from craving a hug right now.
I guess I’ll go hug my dog…
Not the same, oh well…