Monday, February 8th was like no other.
Our phones never stopped ringing. The minute the results were known, his doctor called him. My doctors called me.
Covid Response Teams are at our beck and call.
Covid Care Kits arrived within hours. Oxygen monitors, thermometers, wipes, hand sanitizer, masks.
We have all of that. We have more than enough of that. Do you see our stockpile?
We were ready? So how is this possible. How can WE have Covid-19?
We went into the store with masks and gloves on. We made sure to keep Germ-X in our cars and used it like lotion. We wiped our food down when we brought it home. Every package was wiped with a disinfecting wipe. We took it out of the original package when possible. We made sure to spray LYSOL on all packages coming from AMAZON.
We made sure that anything that came into contact with us; was wiped, sprayed and sanitized.
I felt like we were being judged. I felt like we did something wrong.
Wait a minute; I know I did everything right. It was the people at the store; with no masks that did this. It could have been the gas pump that I touched before I remembered my plastic gloves. Hell, it could have been the keypad that touched my credit card at the store.
Lawd, now I need to wipe down everything in my purse. It's not enough to change my purse every time I go out. I need to now wipe down everything that was in that purse when I was out.
I need a bubble. That's what I need.
There is nothing more that I could have done but now here we are.
We need food for at least a week. Because he doesn't have any symptoms, he is allowed to go back to work on Tuesday, Feb. 16.
Me on the other hand, I have to be symptom free for 24 hours and then my quarantine will begin.
Yep; they don't tell you that on the news.
Lucky for us, his niece calls and says she will go to the store. Lucky for us, my daughter calls and says she will go to the store. Yay!
We feel bad about it but at the end of the day we are thankful.
His niece calls, comes to the door; masked up and he hands her the card. She leaves for the store and we are happy.
My daughter calls. "I'm outside with your food. DON'T open the door. I'm going to bring the food, leave it at your door and leave. Open the door once I'm back outside."
I'm just happy, I comply and then I run to the window like a little kid. I knock. She sees me, she waves, I wave and I wait. I hear the knock on the door; I look back out the window and see her and then I know I can open the door. There is our food and water.
Wait, let me wave goodbye but she is already pulling off. I stand at the window, looking like a little puppy who got left at home.
Then I laugh.
Because hey, if I don't, I'm going to start to cry.
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