When COVID Finally Comes to Visit: Total Freakout Time
Can Covid Really be Avoided?
I don’t think so, because my family and I have been so careful.
Is This Too Careful?
We:
wash our hands when we come home.
sanitize our hands every time we get into the car.
wear masks everywhere.
sanitize groceries and packages received.
got vaccinated twice.
got boosted twice.
keep our distance if we don’t know if a person is vaccinated or not.
I know many people don’t believe in such measures, but I don’t give a hoot. Everyone has a right to their own beliefs without passing judgment on others.
The Zombie Apocalypse
Except for this lady (I think I’ll pass a little judgment here):
My sister had a fortunate conversation with a lady on the beach who said, “I’m never getting vaccinated because everyone who does will turn into zombies in two years.” She was very serious!
My sister flailed her arms at her and went for her neck. Needless to say, this lady went running as fast as a bullet! My sister didn’t touch this lady, but I imagine it was quite a sight.
To each their own… right?
The clock is ticking because I’ll become a zombie this October — can’t wait!
When I turn into a zombie, I’ll come searching for this lady with my rotting face and arms out, moaning my displeasure with her foresight.
Not Careful Enough
Unfortunately, my husband’s co-workers aren’t as careful as us. We received a message the other night that someone tested positive that evening — someone who he worked with ALL… DAY… LONG.
We immediately quarantined our daughter to keep her away from us. Do you know how hard it is to take care of a special needs adult (our daughter) when you can’t be near them? Good grief… not easy. To be honest, I’m not sure she bathed the entire time. That’s another topic altogether.
Then two days later — BOOM — he was struck by a massive fever.
I FREAKED!
Why?
Because he is overweight (please don’t tell him I told you that), he has very high blood pressure (again, you didn’t hear this), and he is over 62!
All of which are high risk.
Then, not to mention, our daughter is at extremely high risk. And to add to our misery, I am extremely asthmatic.
So panic set in big time!!!!
STAY OUT
That night (just before my husband got sick) I just so happened to have slept in the spare room, because my hubby was snoring so loud that the walls were shaking. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to sleep, so I plopped myself in the spare bed. No biggy.
In hindsight, this was a good thing.
When I woke up the next morning there was a sign on the door to the master bedroom (where my husband was sleeping) that read:
“STAY OUT!”
That’s it… just the words “STAY OUT!”
Imagine my surprise when I saw that sign.
Was he mad at me for some strange reason? Did I do something that would cause him to put such an obnoxious sign on the door? It wasn’t like him.
I Was Upset
I made myself some coffee and sat on our lanai… brewing with my dislike of that stupid sign! How dare he put a sign like that on the door — it was mean.
When I heard him scurry around the bedroom, I knew he was up. Still, no appearance. Nothing. He didn’t come out.
THAT WAS IT!
He needed to explain himself. I opened the door and said, “What’s with that sign on the door? Why would you say something like that?”
Then I really saw him — drenched in so much sweat that he looked like he’d gone swimming and ran a marathon at the same time.
All he said was, “Sick.” (Actually, that’s what he should have written on the damn sign. I would have clearly understood what was happening… but no…STAY OUT!)
That’s all I needed to hear and I bolted out of the bedroom like a gazelle running from a lion. I did the Jupie-Freakout-Dance around the house — it’s where you are literally running from room to room, arms flailing above your head, and hyperventilating.
I Didn’t Want to Lose My Husband!
The Dreaded Covid Test
After I calmed down I masked up (real good) and managed to retrieve the covid test kits. I had a hard time understanding the directions because my mind was pickled with worry and my hands shook. However, I managed and conducted the covid test — getting the swob as snot-soaked as possible — way up his nose, poor dude. Probably overdid that, a bit.
POSITIVE! Within 10 seconds! My heart stopped.
I tested myself — negative — a bit of relief.
The Doctor’s Call
I went online and set up an urgent call with a doctor and handed him the phone, saying, “Ask for those pills — the antiviral ones for covid.” I think I told him five times to be sure he understood with his boggled covid-brain.
Again, doing the Jupie-Freakout-Dance!
Meds and Isolation
They prescribed Paxlovid and I immediately picked it up at the pharmacy. The pharmacy tech almost threw the meds at me so that I would exit as fast as possible. Obviously, she thought I may be contagious (which is why I was double-masked, sanitized, and kept my distance), even though I’d just tested negative an hour prior.
My husband was isolated in the master bedroom, our daughter was in her room, and I was isolated in the main house serving food and drinks for both of them. None of us left the house.
Got to Love Paxlovid
I do. Paxlovid probably saved my husband.
After three doses my husband started feeling much better — only minor symptoms.
That’s crazy great! And my daughter and I didn’t catch it!!!!
Maybe we could prescribe Paxlovid for all us zombies — a cure for the upcoming zombie apocalypse.
© Jupie Wilder
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