It's difficult to explain how I feel, but I'm fairly certain you can relate. It's like I'm being asked to perform all my normal functions as a veterinarian, practice owner, mother, and parental caretaker from beneath a thick layer of practical wariness while wrapped in a smothering blanket of fear.
It's all so different––so suddenly––that I haven't had a proper chance to process it. I awake every day to find the game has changed, variables have been added, and assumptions altered. It's like playing a game where all the pieces get continually rearranged and the rules are always changing. It wouldn't be so bad except the stakes keep getting bigger by the day.
At the top of my list is my family. My son refuses to come home from college and my elderly father is constitutionally incapable of "sheltering in place," which reduces my poor mother to apoplectic handwringing episodes interspersed with marathon rosary sessions.
