Where a normal cold, flu or Bronchitis takes a good
couple of days to develop, this just happens overnight, so no time to really
prepare yourself.
I’m on Day 5 and the last 2 days were the worst, in terms
of feeling like crap.
My husband has it more in the form of a headache and
sinus pressure, but we are both evenly short of breath and in getting tired
very quickly.
For me, it the terrible body aches and sore chest.
The Kids doesn’t have it as bad as we do. They just have a
slight runny nose and the baby is a little less tolerant, (meaning not at all),
than usual. But I can see it on her face, when she just feels bad. Must be a
mother and child bond thing, wink wink.
The last couple of days I really would have appreciated
self sufficient children (not wearing nappies, able to feed themselves do minor
things), because getting up about 3 times at night for the baby and the Jack
Russell (that sleeps on our bed) is quite a challenge when you feel very near
to death. I felt really really bad. Almost as bad as I felt through 7 months of
my last pregnancy. And that was pretty bad.
My mother lives on the same premisses, in her own house. She
is a very high risk Covid patient, with 2 auto immune diseases, Lymphoma, High
blood pressure, Dementia, hypothyroidism, asthma, think that covers it. So a very,
very high risk I would reckon.
This is the tablets for a week.
Before breakfast, after breakfast and before bed.
We eat the same meals, and have morning and afternoon
coffee routines.
So now for us to social distance is a challenge in itself
too.
We almost look like Monica in Friends, in terms of cleanliness
, ok maybe we are more concerned about contamination because our house looks
like a toyshop threw up here. (our domestic has covid as well)
All jokes aside, because this is no joke and so many
people, people we love and held dear to our hearts has passed away and suffered
a lot because of this virus.
When this whole Covid thing started about a year and a half
ago. My prayer was that I would take the virus on myself and bad if I had to,
if it could just be spared my Family.
Because I’m no doom profit but I am very realistic. I fear
if my Mom gets this virus she wount be so lucky. And I would never, ever want
that on my conscience.
Since I was little girl, or even since I can remember, I was
the one looking after my Mom (she had kidney failure in her pregnancy with the
baby after me and had a miscarriage, leaving her with a lot of health issues,
needless to say, I’m an only child.
My Dad was in Construction.
(The real kind, that you had to study 5 years for and get a degree, not the
kind that you go into when your rugby career doesn’t quite take off, or comes
to and end)
So he wasn’t home a
lot during the week.
Making me the “big” girl in the house, to help and care
for Mom, as instructed by my Dad.
And I have been doing that ever since.
Myself and my Mom have been friends (sometimes best,
sometimes worst) all my life.
We do everything together.
Especially an
outing to a coffee shop. She loves a cappuccino and after her first stir,
always sees a picture in the foam.
Probably the same
as people who reads tea leaves, or maybe more like people who see/look for figures
in the clouds.
I am just so very thankful that she did not get infected
with this virus.
And our isolation (contagious) time is almost over.
Then we can go have a coffee again, and maybe share a slice
of cheese/chocolate cake, because we had Covid you know, and we deserve it ….
