“These are the times that try men’s souls.”
That quote has been attributed to Thomas Paine,
You might remember Paine from the History courses you had to take through your schooling.
In 1776, he published “Common Sense,” a strong defense of American independence from England.
Well right now, I am personally going through one of those times, and I feel that perhaps I am being tested now …
Not on Thomas Paine, but in my overall life.
Funny, in the last two Rants, I alluded to some of the tumult that my life has become, but yesterday, the proverbial crap hit the fan.
One of the things that happened I won’t go into too deeply, although as I said, I alluded to it earlier.
The other thing I am going to tell you flat out, because while it does not negate in entirety what I said earlier this week, let’s just say that it puts a new shine on it.
My wife has COVID.
We seemingly were able to sidestep the COVID issue for the past three years because we pretty much stayed within our small inner circle.
Yes, my wife and son did work and did engage with others, but they wore masks and were able to make it through without any hint of anything.
We engaged with our close relatives, and funny, while many of them did have COVID—some more than once—it never hit us, probably because we took precautions that we felt were the best for us, such as mask wearing and getting those dreaded shots.
But for five days last week, we stepped out of that circle, when we took a cruise to Bermuda, and I believe that is what he malady stems from.
We dealt with people not just from New York but from all over the world, and with the cruise lines now allowed to relax their guidance on COVID, we and the other cruise goers might have walked right into a Pandora’s Box of potential problems by being on the boat, a ship where, as I said, perhaps 1 percent of the cruise goers were wearing masks and maybe 25 percent of the crew was masked up.
Anyway, my wife was fine up until Monday. She seemed to be exhibiting symptoms of a cold, and she was taking the necessary medicines to try to stem that cold through Tuesday.
She had to go back to work on Wednesday, and did so, all masked up, but after work, she was tested, and lo and behold, she had COVID.
My wife is in a lot of discomfort now, as the COVID she has resembles a case of the flu, so she is congested, has little energy or appetite—although she did eat breakfast--and is just plain miserable.
After doing what I did earlier in the day, when I found out that my wife was infected, my son and I hurried to get ourselves tested.
Happily, we do not have the virus, but we heard that a member of our traveling parity is being tested today, so the virus might have spread.
My son and I have not just the first two shots but also have one booster, while my wife and the member of our traveling party only have the two shots.
Maybe there is something about the booster … perhaps that prevented myself and my son from getting this thing … and who knows how many other cruise goers are now laid up with this virus?
Anyway, my son and I do plan on getting a second booster in the near future, but the doctor yesterday told us to wait a week or two before getting it, just to make sure we don’t get infected by my wife.
Anyway, we have a small dwelling so we had to rearrange several things to make it safer for all of us.
My wife now has the master bedroom to herself. I have my daughter’s room, where one of my computers and my records are.
My bed is in that room, an old Castro Convertible that hasn’t been used in heaven knows how many years.
It is like sleeping on a concrete slab, but it is the only place that I could get any comfort last night, so that is going to be my bed for the next week or so.
We are walking around with masks in the house, and spraying Lysol all over the place.
My wife has medicine, so I would assume that she should be done with this by the middle of next week, hopefully.
But right now, things are in total turmoil, and I don’t know which way to turn, which way is up.
I am sure Thomas Paine never envisioned such problems when he made that quote, but it sure fits me to a “T” right now.
Well right now, I am personally going through one of those times, and I feel that perhaps I am being tested now …
Not on Thomas Paine, but in my overall life.
Funny, in the last two Rants, I alluded to some of the tumult that my life has become, but yesterday, the proverbial crap hit the fan.
One of the things that happened I won’t go into too deeply, although as I said, I alluded to it earlier.
The other thing I am going to tell you flat out, because while it does not negate in entirety what I said earlier this week, let’s just say that it puts a new shine on it.
My wife has COVID.
We seemingly were able to sidestep the COVID issue for the past three years because we pretty much stayed within our small inner circle.
Yes, my wife and son did work and did engage with others, but they wore masks and were able to make it through without any hint of anything.
We engaged with our close relatives, and funny, while many of them did have COVID—some more than once—it never hit us, probably because we took precautions that we felt were the best for us, such as mask wearing and getting those dreaded shots.
But for five days last week, we stepped out of that circle, when we took a cruise to Bermuda, and I believe that is what he malady stems from.
We dealt with people not just from New York but from all over the world, and with the cruise lines now allowed to relax their guidance on COVID, we and the other cruise goers might have walked right into a Pandora’s Box of potential problems by being on the boat, a ship where, as I said, perhaps 1 percent of the cruise goers were wearing masks and maybe 25 percent of the crew was masked up.
Anyway, my wife was fine up until Monday. She seemed to be exhibiting symptoms of a cold, and she was taking the necessary medicines to try to stem that cold through Tuesday.
She had to go back to work on Wednesday, and did so, all masked up, but after work, she was tested, and lo and behold, she had COVID.
My wife is in a lot of discomfort now, as the COVID she has resembles a case of the flu, so she is congested, has little energy or appetite—although she did eat breakfast--and is just plain miserable.
After doing what I did earlier in the day, when I found out that my wife was infected, my son and I hurried to get ourselves tested.
Happily, we do not have the virus, but we heard that a member of our traveling parity is being tested today, so the virus might have spread.
My son and I have not just the first two shots but also have one booster, while my wife and the member of our traveling party only have the two shots.
Maybe there is something about the booster … perhaps that prevented myself and my son from getting this thing … and who knows how many other cruise goers are now laid up with this virus?
Anyway, my son and I do plan on getting a second booster in the near future, but the doctor yesterday told us to wait a week or two before getting it, just to make sure we don’t get infected by my wife.
Anyway, we have a small dwelling so we had to rearrange several things to make it safer for all of us.
My wife now has the master bedroom to herself. I have my daughter’s room, where one of my computers and my records are.
My bed is in that room, an old Castro Convertible that hasn’t been used in heaven knows how many years.
It is like sleeping on a concrete slab, but it is the only place that I could get any comfort last night, so that is going to be my bed for the next week or so.
We are walking around with masks in the house, and spraying Lysol all over the place.
My wife has medicine, so I would assume that she should be done with this by the middle of next week, hopefully.
But right now, things are in total turmoil, and I don’t know which way to turn, which way is up.
I am sure Thomas Paine never envisioned such problems when he made that quote, but it sure fits me to a “T” right now.
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