Perspective

My husband has just suggested I go see a cognitive behavioral therapist, because of my excessive anxiety about coronavirus. Apparently I’m catastrophising. This from a GP, the medical specialty with a worldwide viral death toll that could be counted on the fingers of one hand. Also the man who advised me very strongly against volunteering to work in ICU. (And who just told me his achilles is still sore, so he can’t go for a run, but all the gyms are shut “it’s the end of the world!”).