I didn’t think any of us would ever really get Covid, and always thought that if we did, we would not have a big problem with it. We could survive. Forgetting how damn old I am, I guess. And my sis and her husband are even older than I.
And they got it.
Last week, we had no clue to begin with…my guy of 83 had a small head cold, so I asked the pharmacist about covid tests, and he gave me 8 of them. I thought that was a lot. But they are almost gone.
I tested him. No problem. He’s got a summer cold, and COPD, too, so it was a worry.
Then my sis and husband were both sick in bed. Well, I decided to take the tests over there, and see if that was the problem. Ugh. Wound up taking them both to Urgent Care, and from there to hospital for xrays, and then they got sent home to “isolate.” OK. So, that was Friday. Sunday, after mass, I took my finger OX reader over, and my brother in law was up and mobile, and managing just fine. My sis was in bed, unconscious, (he thought she was just sleeping) and the finger OX thing said her blood OX was 69-70. Dialed 911, and the EMT’s took her to the hospital.
For a week I was running back and forth, from their house to the hospital, to my house, and trying to deal with everything masked and trying to deal with it all. God is good. He got me through all that, got my sis home, (although she’s not well yet, and still tested positive) and my brother in law is doing fine. We tested negative! After all that, all that exposure and helping out, I don’t have Covid! 🙂
Thanks be to a loving God, my helper, my motivator, my source of peace, strength and health. May your days be as blessed as mine. He helps me do so much more than I ever thought possible.