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PUMPING IRONY: The Quarantine Quandary

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My old friend Leo and that i rendezvoused for coffee last week, that is no small matter these days. The pandemic, of course, had shuttered the most popular lunch spot and a series of massive protests following the death of George Floyd essentially locked down our Minneapolis neighborhoods for the better part of 10 days. Even after the smoke cleared, I wasn’t completely convinced that driving across town to Leo’s apartment was prudent — or perhaps possible.

He was insistent, though, assuring me the streets were open and that we could maintain a safe distance while catching up at the picnic table in his backyard. “It’s good for me to get out of the house,” he said. “It does me good to see my friends.”

The three months since we’d last met was not kind to Leo. He met me in front door of the building, mask slightly askew over his gray, wispy goatee, and that i couldn’t help thinking he’d lost some of the weight he’d worked so hard to acquire last winter. His eyes suggested it was not a proper topic for conversation.

“How are you doing?” I ventured once we shuffled along the sidewalk toward the cafe, a couple of blocks away.

“I’m OK,” he replied softly, without conviction. “You’re walking too fast.”

Several minutes of silent shuffling ensued. “I forgot to wish you a happy birthday,” I offered. “What is it now, 79?”

“Don’t cause me to feel any older than I am, Boss! It’s 78 . . . annually younger than Bob Dylan.”

We continued on, me trying useless to lighten the mood, Leo pausing occasionally to trap his breath. “My knees are actually giving me trouble,” he confessed.

“Perhaps you have seen the doctor?”

“Yes. My blood pressure level is excellent: 118 over 70. I take pills for that,” he noted. “But I think I’ve been slimming down.”

“How much do you weigh?”

“I don’t know; I don’t own a scale.”

“Well, you do look just a little thin,” I observed.

At the coffee shop, we waited outside for the order. Leo was subdued, distracted. He wouldn’t bite on normally reliable overtures: not politics, not baseball, not books. “How’s your anxiety level?” I wondered.

“High.”

My friend is really a notorious worrier, so this did not be a surprise. Under even normal circumstances, the poet, political commentator, and legendary raconteur is burdened with concerns — money, health, the Yankees’ bullpen. But his confession lingered without anyone's knowledge during our backyard chat and struck me again later while reading an item in the New York Times reporting a rise in attempted suicides among pandemic-isolated elderly.

Louise Aronson, MD, a professor of drugs at the University of California, San Francisco, suggests that this spike in “failed suicides” is part of the collateral damage the coronavirus causes across the country. COVID-19, she writes, has created “lives stripped of human contact, meaningful activity, purpose and hope that things can get better in a time frame that's relevant to people in the last decades or many years of life.”

As a society, she explains, we’re facing “contradictory realities,” both of which are valid: “Our method of pandemic containment works, but . . . [it] . . . causes suffering, eroding physical and mental health, and enhancing the deaths of old people.”

Much of Aronson’s argument is based on anecdotal evidence — conversations with colleagues, patients, and friends — but there’s recent research to reinforce her claims. Results of a study published last week in the American Journal of Geriatric Psychiatry, suggest that the isolation required to retain the pandemic triggers anxiety, depression, and trauma among the senior set.

Plenty of other studies have found similar associations, obviously, but the team at Bar-Ilan University and also the University of Haifa noted that the link was particularly pronounced in study participants who reported feeling over the age of they really were. “The way older adults perceive old age and their own aging might be more important to their coping and well-being than their chronological age,” explained study coauthor Amit Shrira, PhD, a professor of gerontology at Bar-Ilan University.

It’s never been clearer to me that Leo is actually feeling his age nowadays, but I’ve also watched the years drop away sometimes when we’re sitting across the table from each other and trading quips about our favorite flawed politicians, comparing notes on Sinclair Lewis, or debating the relative greatness of Babe Ruth versus Ty Cobb. He’s at his best in public places, foisting his fractured Italian on young baristas, pleading with waiters for a properly prepared order of Brussels sprouts, or hobnobbing with longshot presidential candidates.

It might be awhile before he’s able to do any of that again, however i trust that his vast network of friends will help him muddle through. Even as he walks with me to my car after our abbreviated chat, his phone rings. It’s a young novelist he’s been mentoring, Leo tells me. I can see that he’s perking up. “Come to see things to the front,” he tells him. “I’ll setup a meeting at the door.”

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