I’ve done a good job of hiding for three and a half years. It’s come close to finding me before, but I’ve managed to keep it at bay. I thought I was still being careful, but I guess I let my guard down. I’m not sure if it snuck into me when we were at the Yankee game last Sunday or maybe it was hiding on the nice young man who was selling solar panels last week. Either way COVID landed and found a temporary home in me last Tuesday.
It started with what seemed like a stomach bug. A blessing really – not just a jumpstart to my fall diet, but the stomach bug is an illness that makes us react quickly (years ago, Jack had one massive seizure and it was triggered by a stomach flu). So, last Tuesday, as soon as my stomach started churning, I raced upstairs and crawled into the guest room where I stayed for days and days. The vomiting turned to a fever and aches which then turned into a runny nose and cough. By Saturday I started venturing down for visits with the family around the pool but I’m still wearing a mask and sleeping upstairs. I’m following every protocol that the CDC has – I don’t want either of my boys getting this gem. My clients are all virtual this week and Jack and Dan have been on their own for meals and dog care and laundry.
It’s the second time in less than a year that Dan has needed to take over without warning. In October I broke a rib which ended up being a solid eight-week recovery. This won’t be nearly that long, but I can’t express how grateful I am to be married to a guy that doesn’t miss a beat.
Thank you DanO for everything you do. And, JackO I promise that Mom will be back to herself and mask free on Friday!!!
Stay healthy folks!!!
Love, Jess