Lessons from Jason Bourne that can make your life better in a pandemic

So I’m kind of done with the pandemic.  In a done done way.  In a “I feel like putting my fingers in my ears and going “lalalalalala” kind of way.  Wouldn’t it be nice if everything just went back to normal?  But since that’s not going to happen, I have to find a better way to cope.

Because I might just lose my freaking mind if I have to remind one of my kids – yet again – that hand-washing is not an “optional add-on” to the bathroom experience, it is a “core part” of the bathroom experience, I have to do something.  I’ve overdone the whole Incredibles 2 hand-washing scene (that stopped being funny 2 months ago). 

When you can no longer change your circumstances, you can only change yourself.

This applies across a whole series of circumstances, from getting the wrong takeout order (I’ve never tried cheddar cheese on that before, and I’m lactose intolerant, but let’s call this a “low-cost cleanse”), to haircuts (micro-bangs will be back in style in a few weeks I’m sure!).  It applies swimmingly to this s#@* show of a pandemic. 

Welcome Jason Bourne. 

Here are 5 things I thought of to help me recontextualize the everyday annoying as *%@# stuff that comes with the pandemic that we have to just freaking live with.

Never Leave Fingerprints As a Fugitive Assassin

Remember that scene in The Bourne Identity where he’s in a hotel room and the girl from Run Lola Run wakes up and he says that he’s wiped the entire room for fingerprints?  Think like that.  If you have children, recommend this to them as a key spy skill. 

For myself, I like to think that, were I a government trained assassin, I would need to be washing down every object I touch anyways.  Now we’re just doing it because we might pass along a deadly virus to someone with a compromised immune system, but maybe we’re doing it because we’re assassins who want to leave no trace behind.  You too can leave no trace behind.

Communicate Virtually

In most of the Jason Bourne films, virtual communication is preferred.  Looking back on them (forget the fourth one, who knows what that was about – mortgage payment?), the only time that the bad guys meet the good guy and gal in person is when a deadly fight happens.  This is also true with the pandemic.  You risk getting in the fight of your life (or getting someone else in danger – thank you very much Matt Damon for the death of Franka Potente’s character!) only when you meet physically with members not of your household or bubble. 

Rock those phone calls, telemedicine, food delivery and Zoom calls.  Because you’re a fugitive assassin, and it’s safer for everyone when you do. 

Just Ask and Keep it Simple

Sometimes, just asking will get you the results that you want.  Instead of counting the steps from the midpoint of the lobby, and then coming up with some sort of complex plan for breaking into a computer to get records for a dead man, pretend that you’re that dead man’s personal assistant, use some good old-fashioned charm, and ask for what you need.

We were recently out of state and needed to get my son into a doctor, but, even with telemedicine it got complicated.  Instead of going to an emergency room, I ended up – after many other avenues of exploration – calling and getting a next-day appointment with a doctor my son had last seen when he was three.  Sure it wasn’t an easy process, but the woman who made it happen despite a lot of steps, made it happen because I asked.  Kindly.  Maybe with a little charm. 

Because a fugitive assassin is way more effective when they appeal to the better angels of civilians than bust out in a knife fight (though Matt Damon can do some wickedly deadly things with a pen, and full credit goes to him because this was long before John Wick, though I do love me some Keanu, but I digress).  (84, by the way, for John Wick fans, because most folk forget to include the car explosions in the body count.)

Forget Who You Were Before Except for the Good Stuff

Much like Jason Bourne, I have difficulty remembering who I was before the pandemic.  What I would like to do, also like Jason Bourne, is keep the good stuff only.  Whatever your vices were before the pandemic, make it harder to keep those going, because you have a good heart, a heart of courage and kindness, and most of us struggle mightily to be good.

Whether it be overconsumption of something, or internet shopping, or gossiping, let that s*%# go.  Keep only the best parts of yourself.  What we feed grows.  A little amnesia can be helpful in this.  Forget the bad parts of yourself from before.  Grow the parts that you always wanted to.

Travel Light But With Tools

For Jason Bourne, the tools of the trade are half a dozen extra passports, a loaded gun, and tens of thousands of dollars in various currencies.  For us, our new tools of the trade are hand sanitizer, masks, soap, and Clorox wipes (though not all of those should be applied to your actual body – seriously). 

Create your own “kit”, your “go bag” – the thing you need to grab before traveling anywhere out of the house.  If you have children, potentially make those masks ninja masks (because why not?), or Harry Potter masks (thanks Mom!), or something else fun.  For yourself, think of all the advantages of masks – no need for lipstick, and at least the mascne that’s being created is also being covered.

But whatever fugitive assassin lessons or strategies that you want to adopt, keep in mind the most important one – BE FLEXIBLE.  When the landscape changes in the field, so too should your strategies.  Every week we’re learning more about how much we don’t know about this virus, and we’re making better choices based on that information on how to keep our loved ones safe. 

The best part is that the fugitive assassin is the good guy. So you get to be both a hero AND a badass.

-SDM

My Husband Sees the Future…

So that’s a little dramatic. BUT, he’s always had a sense of things, like a connection to the universe that I wonder at. My mother has that too, in some ways. (In fact, my mother picked out my husband for me when I was 17, but that’s an entirely different story for a different time.)

So as soon as we start hearing about the virus in January in China, my husband looks at me and says, “Sasha, this isn’t good.” He shakes his head. “It’s not going to happen,” he says.

“What not’s going to happen?” I say.

“Italy, honey, we’re not going to end up going to Italy.”

So this is where I’m like: But for realz honey? It’s in China. We’re going to Italy.

What are the chances that Italy would be “Stop 2” in the pandemic?

What. Are. The. Chances. Indeed.

So now we’re the proud owners of two stays at luxury hotels in Sorrento and in Florence. If anyone would like to use our rooms, they are available between May 7 and May 19.

On the upside, we all have updated passports. On the downside, we had to go through the process of all getting updated passports, which involved a cruel and unusual visit to the post office (also another story for another time).

I contacted both hotels maybe 5 or 6 weeks ago, before Italy was – you know – shut down. I expressed sympathy for their plight, asked for a refund. Both hotels were like “Oh, it’s totally safe here, nothing to worry about, come on in, the weather’s fine, there’s room for one more on this elevator” whahahahahaha.

When you think about how many mothers and how many fathers. All the people worrying, all the families.

I almost feel bad trying to get a refund because of what the economy must be like there now. (Keep in mind these were really nice hotels, not like mom and pop places. The last time I stayed in a hostel in my late twenties I told myself I will never travel again internationally unless I can afford a nice hotel. We all have our priorities.)

I really hope folks are taking this seriously. It’s almost unthinkable, and that’s where we went wrong. Many of us Gen-Xers grew up on a steady diet of apocalypse – if it wasn’t zombies it was attractive vampires, or creepy children ghosts or haunted islands, all manner of things that go bump in the night. It wasn’t hard for me to believe that this is real, but keep in mind that I did have my small stockpile of hazmat suits from when Ebola came around. I trend towards the slightly paranoid, and always figured that I’d rather spend a couple hundred bucks to not have to need to worry about preparation.

In related news, I have a lot of canned goods, and the children don’t like the broccoli cheese soup, so I have a lot of broccoli cheese soup.

A lot.

So I’m from Cleveland, right, and many years ago I was driving in downtown during a snowstorm and the traffic lights were out and it was my first real taste of anarchy. And I knew then how close we are were to disaster at any moment. People were defying the four way stop thing All Over the Place. I would like to take a moment to say that, as a public service announcement, when a traffic light is out, the four way stop is NOT a suggestion. It is what you MUST do to avoid a big freaking accident.

Pretty good analogy here only you don’t even have to take turns. Just don’t go out in public. #FlattenTheCurve Tune in next time when I reflect on working from home (or what I like to call “The Introvert’s Paradise”).

-Sasha

Testing Negative Means Never Having To Say “I Exposed You”…

So I got a test and it came back negative!

It actually coincided with the criteria for coming out of self-isolation within my own household, so, as of Thursday I have:

  1. Hugged and kissed my children
  2. Gotten coffee without an N95 mask and surgical gloves
  3. Hugged and kissed my husband (and scratched his back and told him how wonderful he is)
  4. Walked through the house touching objects

Here’s the thing, though. My husband does not believe the test results. To be fair, the whole testing situation in the US has been a hot mess, and to be doubly fair, I did have every symptom except for actual breathing issues. BUT, regardless, I could no longer feel like Typhoid Mary!

Interestingly, I got some super vague advice on “when it would be safe to come out of self-isolation within your household”. This ranged from:

I still have a cough, but no chest constriction, so either way I’m good. The second health facility I went to (huge shout out to my neighbor who gave me the hook up!) also prescribed azithromycin, which is an antibiotic and confusing me because this sucker is a virus, but apparently that’s what they’re using when folks are getting those lung symptoms. Whatever this thing was or is, that stuff helped. I definitely noticed a difference after the first day.

So I started noticing my cough about 10 days ago. I’m still not up to snuff. We had a dance party in the backyard with the kids last night, and I was WINDED after just a few of my classic moves (LOL!).

Why did we have a dance party in our backyard last night? Well, because we had finished watching Instant Family, and we’re on the Next Level (I know you heard about it – check it out).

What’s not to love about that?

-Sasha

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