Okay...here's my COVID story. Listen carefully because my husband almost died this week.... As I was leaving my classroom to go home last Monday after school, my 16-year-old daughter texted, "Get home quick. Dad is really sick." She was at home all day because no high school students go to school on Mondays, and her section of the alphabet is only allowed at school on Wednesdays and Fridays. But I digress. I come home to find my husband in bed with a winter coat on, shivering under the covers with 103.5 fever. We get to urgent care after he could barely get himself into my Expedition. He was delirious and not making any sense, mumbling, etc. He did manage to say he felt fine at 11 a.m, starting to feel "not great" around noon and fell truly ill at 3. He was tested for flu and COVID. The doctor came in to tell him that both tests were negative and commented, " Well, we never see flu anymore, so I was sure it wasn't that. But I am sure you have COVID, so come back and test again on Thursday, along with your wife and daughter, who need to quarantine. Take Advil and Tylenol for fever, stay away from family, and take Vitamins C, D, and zinc." I had to report this COVUD status to the district, and my daughter and were banished from campus until further notice...or a negative COVID test after quarantine. Skylar (my daughter) did school from home, I taught live from home on a shitty Chromebook, and I donned gloves and masks to check on my husband and bring him food in the guest bedroom. He was NOT getting better, but did manage to taunt me with, "You still think COVID isn't REAL?" I never said that; I said, instead, that we were losing our damned minds over a bad flu. On Thursday, I had to force him back to get re-tested and for Skylar and I to take a test. They chose to give us the PCR that they send off to a lab. No sooner had we tested than the doctor from Monday night came in with my husband and said, "He does NOT have COVID, but he needs to get to the ER immediately." My husband pulled up his sweatpants leg, revealing an incredibly red and swollen lower leg. He has cellulitis, which apparently can happen if one has psoriasis, which he does. So, he is still in the hospital getting IV antibiotics, I am the only one who can visit him a couple of times a day, my daughter has been cleared to go back to school, but the same school district will not allow me back until my negative test results come back in, hopefully by Tuesday, but who knows? Fuck the lack of common sense surrounding COVID.
Sorry about your ole dude giving you misery, hope he gets better because there's something about him that makes you feisty, and we like that. Nice subtle brag on the Expedition. On a teachers salary! What's that thing get, about 3 miles to the gallon? Oh, and everyone should know, but martin thinks vitamins are bullshit, so that argument tied into the wuhan has potential to be a knee slapper. Thought I'd start something
My wife tested positive and basically had the same (no) symptoms. She lost taste for a couple of days, but not sense of smell. She was only bedridden for one day. The rest of her time in quarratine was sent re-arranging the bedroom and re-doing our bathroom. I'm not convinced she had it.
Wow .. Stacy .... cellulitis is really serious business. I'm glad they figured it out. Your story brings up a VERY IMPORTANT flaw that has resulted from all this covid b.s.. Doctors are being less vigilant about screening for the life threatening conditions that have plagued humanity since antiquity, instead, just assuming it's covid. P.S. ... for Cali ... We LOVE Expeditions. We've had an Expedition since 1997 when they first came out. Wife drove the 97 for 16 years, 259 mi, and it was still running great ... just didn't trust it to pull the new 6000 lb. boat. Got a 2013 and it just never spoke to my soul! ... traded it in for a 2015 with Ecoboost ... and we'll probably drive it until the Government mandates we can't drive it anymore.
You know what? Yes, that is where I heard the name a lot around the time I was pregnant with her. We gave her the -lar ending, which we felt seemed more feminine than -ler. Our older daughter's name is Sloane. All of us have S names.
He's finally getting better today, but doesn't know yet when he is getting out of the hospital. Teachers in my district make more money than administrators in Louisiana. I know because my dad was one. However, my husband is the big earner in the family. I have the "family" vehicle; he has a bougie Lexus.
Exactly! They didn't even really examine him Monday night, just assumed he had COVID. We were told to stay away from him. He was literally dying in the guest room and could have done just that if he didn't go back for a more thorough examination. Because of the infection, he wasn't thinking clearly enough to tell me his leg was on fire. He was wearing sweats and staying under the covers. Had I seen his leg, I wouldn't have needed a doctor to tell me to hurt him to the hospital. It was especially awful seeing Skylar crying when she saw her dad's leg.
Glad to hear he is getting better. Hope he is dealing with the discomfort ok. It's been a shit week all over. Multiple people I know and care for lives are imploding and some have died. Seems 2020 was just a preview of coming attractions. One that died went to the emergency room Monday afternoon. Complaint was short of breath and having difficulty breathing. They checked for Covid and said she was fine. Sent her home. Six hours later she's back in an ambulance and can't breathe at all. Seems she was going into congestive heart failure the whole time and wound up having a massive heart attack. All this two months to the day her daughter died from complications due to a beating from an ex.