It didn’t seem
likely.
Gary is bedridden
so he obviously doesn’t leave the house.
To my best recollection, I have been out of the house once in the last 2
months and even less frequently prior to that. Groceries are delivered and left
on the porch; we have virtually no human contact.
Still, we ended
up exposed to COVID and, for the last few days, we are both symptomatic. I have been very concerned about Gary; he has
multiple risk factors – age, diabetes, bad heart, high blood pressure, dementia, and, well, general poor health. I’ve
been less concerned about myself as I’m relatively healthy, but, as is generally
the case with us, things didn’t go as expected.
Gary’s symptoms
have mostly resolved – his temperature is back to normal, and he’s got only mild
cold-like symptoms. I, on the other
hand, seem to be getting worse; my oxygen level and heart rate are dropping, so
I spent the night making plans. What are
we going to do if I have to go to the hospital (or worse)?
Gary would have
to go to a nursing home. It’s far from
ideal, but I don’t think there are any other options. My sister has already committed to taking
care of my cat Thomas so no worries there.
But, the stray
cats. They are, admittedly, a little
spoiled. I feed them 3 times a day, and
they each have their own hammock and a little heated house. I think, were I not here, 3 out of the 4
would be fine. But Jamie… Poor little Jamie gets meds 3 times a day and
extra cuddles with each dose.
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