After weeks of rigorous self-scrutiny and self-analysis, the realization struck me like a lightening bolt out of the blue that I might be suffering from the lockdown-withdrawal syndrome! Now, is that even a term, for real?
Let us see the symptoms- Do you get an anxiety attack, the moment you are forced to get out of your safe haven- that is, your house? Do you get sweaty-palms and an itchy nose by the mere mention of wearing mask to get outside? Are you hyper-ventilating just by thinking of getting up and dressing up, out of your overused sweats and night suits? Do you feel like you are sinning by crossing the most sacred Lakshman Rekha that you have drawn up for yourself at your doorstep? Well, don’t panic! You are not alone in this.
Yours truly is certainly showing the above symptoms and ready to strike someone, who wants me to get some fresh air. As if I could feel something with the damn mask on! I know I become borderline hysterical, when my husband and kids try to lure me out of the house with a bait of walking with the winds, which they know is my weakness. Heck! I never missed a day of walking, come sun or rain, before we were cursed with the whole Corona situation!
My family has tried every trick up their sleeves- starting with my significant other, pursuing me from the morning about how the sunlight and slight wind would do wonders to my skin and mood; to letting me think it to be our little romantic getaway (as if!); to my kids luring me with their puppy eyes for all kinds of ‘interesting’ games. Seriously? I could always see the ‘mask’ed smug on their faces thinking that they got me everytime, only to turn back and bid adieu to the stuborn-me at the doorstep!
The few times I got out unwillingly, armed with mask and sanitizer didn’t help my case either. One is MASK RUN and the other time, I went grocery shopping taking all the precautions. What I didn’t anticipate was that there might be a need of carrying extra masks with me. When I entered the spice section of the grocery, my eyes twitched and even with my eye-popping effort to stop it, the inevitable happened. Yes! I sneezed! Inside the mask! I dreaded the scene that opened in front of me in slow motion- people in the whole aile gave me accusatory glares, jumping back to maintain the extra distance from me, pointing out the bad aunty to their accompanying kids, the service personals running the extra mile to ensure I was indeed the safe person to be amidst people. I felt like a caged animal. Anyways, did I add the after- effects of sneezing in your cloth mask in public and when you don’t get to change it immediately? It stinks and it is unbearable, when you are itching to fling the piece of clothing aside, yet hand-tied to do the same! Not to mention the sanitizing steps to be taken to the every shopped item in the cart, after reaching home. They surely put me off the whole stepping-out scenario and now, I am back to square-one, feeling the withdrawal and anxiety!
And soon after this fiasco, I resorted to the good old techniques of either ordering things online or ordering my husband around to buy things! Yeah, I might sound pathetic, that’s when I realized that I might be seriously sick! Absolutely nothing could make me take that step outside my sanitized space!
When the lockdown was imposed, I didn’t anticipate the things to change from bad to worse, but it did! I was happily chirping around, clapping my hands for an extra five minutes and lighted the whole balcony with lamps. But, when the simple version of lockdown matamorphed and updated itself with latest 4.0 version/unlocking versions, which no longer made sense, I cooped up like a good old vampire inside my den, dreading the broad Corona-inflicted daylight!
My skin has lost all the tan with Corona-blues, being the main reason. Are you down with this lockdown-withdrawal syndrome too? Let me know!
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*Link MASK RUN leads to my related blog post, MASK RUN IS NO FUN!*