Hello sports fan. I have taken to the blog to vent. After spending over 15 months dealing with Covid patients, flying them around the US, an taking care of diagnosed Covid patients multiple time, I have been tagged by the Delta Variant. And how did I get it? Not really sure, but it may have something to do with the person to whom I live with. How did she get it? well, things were improving, infection rates were going down, masks were coming off and life was improving with things opening up. Perhaps a little too fast, me thinks. We desperately wanted to return to some semblance of normal. To having fun. Eating inside a restaurant, what a concept.
The vaccines were the answer. Right? And I was a cocky fuck because I received the Maderna poke, which had the greatest effectiveness against the Delta. To which I call bullshit. Got off the ship in Hawaii, immediately went back to mask wearing, distancing, etc. Wore my mask on the shitty business class flight on United to SFO. All good. But nooooooooo.
I have heard the saying on one of my favorite podcasts the saying "don't get happy." It implies that you are setting yourself up for disappointment. I announced three months prior that I will no longer plan anything fun, because it will just get cancelled. Scottish Country dances, conferences in San Diego, and well we could go on and on. Add to that, appointments for marriage license, "Hamilton,"work shifts, sailing, well you get the idea. Why? Because I thought, like a dumbass, that I had allergies. "I scoff in your general direction," says the virus. I have a rapid test in the garage, so I swabbed my nose and a positive pregnancy test couldn't have poppa positive faster."Fuck." says I. Then a trip to Kaiser for a PCR test and then the email with the bad news.
So, now I am in "isolation." Sitting at home for 10 days. Am I angry? Was for about a day. Now. as the song says, I have "let it go." Doesn't matter where I got it. I got it. The good: I am not in a hospital intubated. I have a nice house to hang out in, with wifi. I have money set aside for a rainy day, now it's drizzling. And I live with an ICU nurse. Funny story, I announced that if I get admitted, I did not want to get intubated. Apparently, that was incorrect. Who knew? Apparently I just love me an ET tube. And we all know what the "E" stands for. I can hear it now," Hold his stupid ass down, give him more drugs, and tube his ass" Ah, true love.
The bad: I hate doing nothing. I was spoiled because I had something to do during the pandemic. Well, now the crows have come home to roust. With positive covid tests. and for 10 days. Just don't poop on my car.....
