Damn! Damn! Damn!

 

Please forgive the un-lady-like title, but honestly, I don’t know what else to say. I could have said, “How did this happen?” or “Where did we get it?” or “WTH?” or any number of things but the fact remains that Covid came into our house, like the demon it is. Dad started last Monday with a cold, which got worse, so he went to the doctor…positive for Covid on Thursday. Mom tested positive on Friday, and of course, I tested positive on Saturday (for the second time this year!).

Instantly, the house became an infirmary. We isolated Dad in my room and I stayed with Mom in the family room or in their bedroom.

As luck would have it, Joey tested positive too so he was isolating at his home. Trust me when I say, it was not pretty! We were a harmonious trio of coughers! We were sneezing and coughing at the same time (snoughing). We were achy and couldn’t sit still. We just wanted to sleep and for some of us, it came and for others, it did not.

This time, I did not feel nearly as bad, but the loss of taste and smell, the cough and the headache were plenty to keep me down. I felt like the sick momma with sick toddlers. You have to keep plugging through to take care of them and eventually, you will get to rest.

Once the word got out, neighbors, friends, and family came to the rescue with soups, lasagna, fruits, banana nut bread, cookies, brownies and an assortment of “treats” that included ginger ale, Gatorade, saltines, cookies, mini-donuts and more! We were overwhelmed with the kindness of others. We had offers to pick up groceries/medicines, drive us to the doctor, and clean the house.

This house currently feels like a leper colony so the reaching out from everyone was comforting! Mom and I have been in pajamas since last Friday. Thank goodness for my loungewear…Sylvia, Rose, Diva, and more. Taking showers uses all of our energy, but we get it done, put on our fresh pjs and we are down for the count.  

When we eat, it’s in shifts and self-service. Funny, I had no idea that not having smell and taste would affect my appetite. I know what it is supposed to taste like but when I put that cookie in my mouth, it seems like I’m eating chewy cardboard…such a waste.

We are sanitizing and working hard to stay on top of those pesky germs, but we know that is not enough.

I truly believe in my heart, that if my parents had not been totally vaccinated, we’d be planning one or two funerals. They have been sick, and we have been in touch with doctors daily, but nothing like it could have been if they didn’t have that layer of protection. YAY for that!

We feel pretty fortunate that we made it almost three years with no Covid for my parents, even in August when I was super sick and isolated in the house. It was my biggest fear. Most of you know how vigilant we have been. The truth is, it’s out there!

Lots of people asked us “How did they get it?” Well, there are any number of ways. More than likely, one of us brought it to them. The more I thought about it, it could have been anywhere. We got it and how we got it really is a not important. Both of my parents had medical appointments last week and Lord knows the hospitals are risks, despite the precautions.

As of today, my Dad is negative and that’s great news. Tomorrow we will test Mom and Friday we’ll test me. Both Mom and I are feeling better except for the nagging cough and lack of energy. I continue to wonder how long the lack of smell and taste will last…I have heard it can be a while.

Thanks for the texts, calls and emails. The prayers and hugs have been felt from afar. Soon, this house will get a good sanitizing cleaning and we’ll be good as new. Love to all!! Stay well!