Today, 28 April 2080, New Zealand entered Alert Level 3. Happiness and hope are in the air. Certain businesses may now resume (with social distancing and strict hygiene measures). Even I, an at-risk older person, get new freedoms. Or do I? The deadly and/or throws the responsibility back on me.
I may go for a swim! Or do a day walk! Or get a takeaway coffee!
But wait a minute. I’m one those people who are at higher risk of severe illness should they contract COVID-19. This includes people who are aged 70 and over and/or have certain existing health conditions.
Let me unpick that confusing and/or. Yes, I’m well over 70. And/or I don‘t have certain existing health conditions.
When I got my flu jab last week, my GP said that the risk in New Zealand was now very low, that we had virtually stamped the coronavirus out. Great. She also said (but not in the same paragraph) that as a person of 80 without any of the common diseases, I would probably live to 100.
I could choose to interpret that as permission to go swimming and walk all day and queue for a takeaway coffee.
Or I could think about how my family is so protective and so keen for me to avoid the coronavirus. I’m a vicar’s daughter so I want to do the right thing. If I do something that is marginally stretching the boundaries, I probably won’t tell you.
Meantime it’s a happy, sunny, blue-skies day. Day one of Alert Level 3, scheduled (if all goes well) to drop to Level 2 in two weeks’ time. Time for a happy dance. Swimming two weeks from now?