Surviving the COVID-19 outbreak in New York City has been quite the experience, and I'm pretty sure being a moderately neurotic germaphobe to begin with has been highly beneficial. For nearly three months, I only left my Brooklyn apartment on carefully calculated missions for food, returning home to my sanitization ritual (you laugh, but I'm alive and still safe in what was the world's epicenter of the pandemic).
Information about the virus has rapidly evolved daily since and I'm certain that I have COVID-19 safety down like a pro (well, more like the aforementioned neurotic germaphobe who's gotten all the do's and don'ts from cousins who've worked NYC ICUs since March)!
Because this virus is highly contagious and because infected persons can be asymptomatic for so long, I operate as if I have it and as if you have it, taking every precaution you can imagine to protect us both. My personal health and immunity care habits are borderline militant, I am limiting my work with assistants out of extraordinary caution, traveling with ample PPE and keeping a 10-foot buffer with all clients (I try to do so with all other humans and practically run from those not in masks).
Does this all make me sound crazy? Probably. Do I care? Not one bit. As safely as possible, we all need to keep living and I need to keep doing my job which is getting your life reorganized. Please don't hesitate bringing up your personal concerns about our work together when we speak so that I can do everything in my power to make sure you feel safe throughout the process.