I can't believe yesterday was day 8 already! Will we ever leave the house again?
Truthfully, I am just so glad that I feel a little bit better than I did yesterday. I am excited to do all the normal boring things that everyone is complaining about. But.
Cooper's cough is absolutely terrible. He was feeling better yesterday and wanted to go hit golf balls at the school field with Harry and Jack, but when he cam back, he was coughing like crazy and seemed really run down. He was complaining of being cold after dinner, and I almost had an anxiety-based heart attack on the spot because a nurse I talked to from our HMO yesterday said a fever that goes away and comes back might be a sign of pneumonia.
Also, Dorothy is coughing a lot, and she has a fever, too.
I called the HMO to ask about my COVID test results because I haven't heard anything since Wednesday. The nurse I spoke with said there is a two week back up and I shouldn't expect a result for fourteen days.
We have heard from people with parents in the hospital that hospitals are not treating patients until they get their results back.
We have also heard from multiple sources, including news outlets, that healthcare workers are worried about running out of PPE.
Remember when I described all of the things the PA was wearing to give me my test? Well, if they aren't going to give people RESULTS until the potential illness has run its course, then that's a huge waste of gear.
And if they aren't going to treat people as positive until they get results but results never come, that makes NO SENSE.
I am out of my room for the first time since Wednesday to hang with a sick Dorothy and a reluctantly couch-bound Cooper. I feel better, but the smallest activity is so exhausting, and my cough is still gross. I cleaned my bedroom and bathroom yesterday, and then I took a 2-hour nap. That kind of thing.