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Good morning, way too early. I am not looking forward to going back to work today. It just means that I'lll be going to the hospital in the dark, which does not make me happy.
Yesterday, I did absolutely nothing aside from a visit to see Dad. He seems to be doing pretty good, except that his fever keeps coming back. But now, we actually know why. They did a second Covid swab, which came back positive. So, he's now on antivirals as well as antibiotics, and we'll see how it goes.
He is very fussy, so visiting was a fun thing. First, after they diagnosed him with Covid, he started whining that if he has to quarantine, he could just do it in his room at home. Then, while Jess was there, he informed them that he was in prison. He doesn't seem to understand how sick he actually is. He had pneumonia, ffs, and he's 81! That is not something that should be handled at home. He's not allowed to get up, so he can't tell how weak he is. I'm going to try to have that discussion with him when I go down today. I expect it to bounce of his thick skull, but I'll try.
He's going to be doubly pissed when he has to go to a rehab facility to get his strength back, but that is definitely going to have to happen. After he sits for a week in isolation, he's not going to be able to walk any distance. Definitely not from the car into the house. So he's going to need some rehab, and that is going to make him unhappy. And I feel for him, I do. But he doesn't seem to understand that this isn't easy on us, either. It's a pain in the ass to have to go and pay for parking and visit. It'll be a pain when he's in a rehab too. It's expensive. I'm not cooking dinner because I'm going to visit him, so we're eating out.
And right now, it's just Jess and I doing it, because Shelly's still considered contagious, though according to the CDC, this is her last day of quarantine. After that, she just needs to wear a mask. So far, Jess and I are still in the clear, though we shall see. Both of us had the bivalent booster, so that may be helping. Fingers crossed!
I'm hoping that dad settles his ass down overnight and will be less firmly in the martyr camp today. They started him on Remdesivir, so hopefully that'll help with the fevers soon, and maybe he'll relax some. Though he'll continue to be very spoiled. In the house, the world revolves around him and what he wants, and at the hospital that's not possible. So he gets grumpy. It's not helping that since he's on isolation, they're limiting trips in to see him. Jess took his phone down, but he didn't want it.
Okay, I've bitched enough. Time to get ready for work. Ew. Have a lovely Sunday everyone!
Yesterday, I did absolutely nothing aside from a visit to see Dad. He seems to be doing pretty good, except that his fever keeps coming back. But now, we actually know why. They did a second Covid swab, which came back positive. So, he's now on antivirals as well as antibiotics, and we'll see how it goes.
He is very fussy, so visiting was a fun thing. First, after they diagnosed him with Covid, he started whining that if he has to quarantine, he could just do it in his room at home. Then, while Jess was there, he informed them that he was in prison. He doesn't seem to understand how sick he actually is. He had pneumonia, ffs, and he's 81! That is not something that should be handled at home. He's not allowed to get up, so he can't tell how weak he is. I'm going to try to have that discussion with him when I go down today. I expect it to bounce of his thick skull, but I'll try.
He's going to be doubly pissed when he has to go to a rehab facility to get his strength back, but that is definitely going to have to happen. After he sits for a week in isolation, he's not going to be able to walk any distance. Definitely not from the car into the house. So he's going to need some rehab, and that is going to make him unhappy. And I feel for him, I do. But he doesn't seem to understand that this isn't easy on us, either. It's a pain in the ass to have to go and pay for parking and visit. It'll be a pain when he's in a rehab too. It's expensive. I'm not cooking dinner because I'm going to visit him, so we're eating out.
And right now, it's just Jess and I doing it, because Shelly's still considered contagious, though according to the CDC, this is her last day of quarantine. After that, she just needs to wear a mask. So far, Jess and I are still in the clear, though we shall see. Both of us had the bivalent booster, so that may be helping. Fingers crossed!
I'm hoping that dad settles his ass down overnight and will be less firmly in the martyr camp today. They started him on Remdesivir, so hopefully that'll help with the fevers soon, and maybe he'll relax some. Though he'll continue to be very spoiled. In the house, the world revolves around him and what he wants, and at the hospital that's not possible. So he gets grumpy. It's not helping that since he's on isolation, they're limiting trips in to see him. Jess took his phone down, but he didn't want it.
Okay, I've bitched enough. Time to get ready for work. Ew. Have a lovely Sunday everyone!
