All Aboard the Covid Train!

♪People all over the world (everybody)
Join hands (join)
Start a covid train, covid train
People all over the world (all the world, now)
Join hands (covid ride)
Start a covid train (covid ride), covid train♪
A slightly re-worked “Love Train” by the O’jays.

Yeah, this past week was probably one of the worst that Mrs B and I have experienced in several years. I had taken monday off to make the new years weekend a very long one but woke up that morning feeling achy and feverish. It got worse as the day went on and by 6pm I knew this was serious. I took one of the antigen covid tests and sure enough, I was positive. I let my boss know and my 10day home quarantine went into affect.

Mrs B called her work place and they said that since she’d been vaccinated and boostered and wasn’t showing any signs, to come into work. Idiots I tell you. Well, Tuesday she was feverish and the antigen test showed she was positive too. But of course, the *&&^%$# idiots who are her bosses said that wasn’t good enough and that she’d have to get a pcr and they only accepted results from 3 places. 2 of those places had already run out and so she was forced to go the furthest place to get the test and results wouldn’t be in before Friday.

We ended up having different strains of the virus and so our symptoms were completely different. I had fever, muscle and joint aches. To the point that Tuesday night and most of Wednesday I couldn’t even walk because my knees hurt too bad and my legs wouldn’t support me. Mrs B had fever and nausea which led to severe dehydration. Which is where things got really scary on Thursday.

She went catatonic several times and vomited while not responsive. I was still sick as all get out and panicking like you wouldn’t believe. We ended up calling 911 and they sent an ambulance to take her to the Emergency Room. Because I had covid, I couldn’t go with her even if I had been been physically able. So I had to wait at home, trapped, while who knows what was going on with my wife. If it wasn’t for our pastor praying with me over the phone, I probably would have cracked up completely with the stress.

Pastor sent out a prayer chain and immediately others from church began contacting us and offering their help. It made me cry. Because everything was due to the dehydration, once Mrs B got hydrated at the hospital and they ran several tests (ekg, etc) to rule out any other problem, she was released. Once again our church family stepped up like super heroes. One lady gave up going to a funeral because she and her husband had had covid at the same time and knew what we were going through. She drove Mrs B home, got her the prescriptions, bought the electrolyte drinks and food she needed and delivered it all with a smile and cheerful attitude. Then, she checked up on us the next day “just to make sure”. I haven’t done so much crying in 24hrs in over a decade, at least.

I’ve been getting better and am now semi-mobile. Mrs B is chugging a liter of pedialyte a day, plus water and eating broths and other liquidy and easy to digest foods. We’re on the mend but the drs told Mrs B her strain might take longer to recover from. So I’m guessing we’ve got at least another week of solid recovery.

Hoping to get back to blogging (thank goodness for scheduled posts!) and commenting and reading your posts regularly, but until Mrs B starts eating solids again, my attention will be pretty focused on her. Just wanted to give you all an update of what’s been going on this past week.

Hope yours was better! Blessed Sabbath to one and all.

Been That Kind of Week

Thankfully, the fever part isn’t real. But here’s what this week has been like. Monday my co-worker came down with a wicked bad head cold, bad enough that he called out of work on Tuesday. I came down with it Tuesday night. I wasn’t smart enough to call out of work for a day, so while I didn’t have it as bad, it is lingering longer. Made work miserable and I pretty much just came home and sacked out each evening.

Been having some issues with my car starting, had to jump it once the previous week, but it was doing ok. So Wednesday morning, it just won’t start. Mrs B gives me a jump and still nothing. Thankfully, she was able to give me a ride to work. But with being so run down, I can’t deal with it Wednesday night. Thursday we have it towed over to a place and Friday they replaced the battery and starter. It was a LOT more money than I was thinking it was going to be.

Then throw in some drizzly days next to a sunny day in the mid 70’s and well, you’re just asking for sickness.

So that’s about how I’ve felt all week. Then add in the fact that Mrs B is going to be switching to the night shift for the next 2 months (because the Corporate Barstards want less workers in the store during the day so more customers can go in and shop) and you’ve pretty much got a donkey excrement soup of the week as far as I’m concerned.

Next week HAS to be better. Thank God it’s Sabbath right now.