Well, the initial five days of isolation was not sufficient for us. Neither Char or I have a clear end of our COVID infections. As of today, Monday July 3, I am still having COVID indicators, including low blood oxygen readings. I see numbers of 94 and slightly higher, but also see numbers of 86 to 91 which are below the safe 92 readings. So, here it is, eight days into our COVID infection and we are still unable to leave our home for fear of spreading our infection to others! Especially to family members. We will continue to monitor our status, looking at the oxygen level of our blood (a strong indicator of COVID activity), and congestion.
What happened? We were very careful, word masks, got the vaccines and boosters and respected the six feet distancing. So someone, came within our personal space with a COVID viral infestation and shared that viral germ with either Charlotte or myself. We don’t know which of us was first infected, but I was the first diagnosed at the VHC Medical Center/Hospital Emergency Room. At the time, my fever temps were in the well over 100 range and I was physically exhausted. When the ER Doc gave us the news that I was COVID positive, it was a total shocker, considering that I thought it was just a flu infection.
So, now we are into that second isolation stage, of 10 days and on Day 8, things don’t look bright at all. Just want to thank the inconsiderate boob who shared his or her COVID infection germs with us. The infection process for us much older folks is not a super positive outlook and I hope to high heaven that my already diminished ability for fighting off infection with be able to fight this latest battle.
Far too many folks with COVID who are admitted to hospital observation and treatment, do not come home. I pray that my old body is able to ensure that I am not one of those statistics.
Hoping for a lot of positive thoughts out there from all my senior and my cyber friends that this old man will be able to eventually overcome these GOVID bugs and not have to go back to the hospital.
Musings of a Geriatric Curmudgeon 