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Well, the hits keep on coming. This has not been a good 6 days by any stretch. As of yesterday afternoon, Jess tested positive for Covid, leaving me as the last man standing. Since I tried their advent tea the day before, and we live in each other's pockets, not sure how long that'll last. At this point, my only hope is that the absolutely overblown shitty reaction I have to the vaccine has given me superpowers.
Everyone is doing basically okay with their illness. My sister is still coughing some, but is testing negative and has gone back to work (masked). Jess is coughing a bit and running a low-grade fever, but is doing okay. Dad is still running a little fever and coughing.
I spent yesterday morning on the phone. I had my phone interview at 9 (did my best, no clue how it will go.). They said that I'd hear something by the end of the week, which in IKEA-speak means maybe I'll hear before vacation.
I had asked Dad's attending to call me, so of course I heard nothing. Around 10, I gave up and called the patient advocate. I left a message, but she called me back relatively quickly. I explained my issues, the lack of communication, etc. She gave me the number for his case manager, and let her know we needed to talk to her. She called me back within an hour, and I explained everything. She agreed that we could do rehab, and that she would be in touch to keep us updated. Of course then his doctor's note said something about discharge to home, so that was annoying and I'll be calling back today.
Not long after that, Jess tested positive, so they were not going down to visit dad. I called the nurses station and asked them to let dad know that Jess would not be down during the day, but that I would be down at night. (They did not pass on the message.).
Got down there, and found him much perkier. Though apparently, he's been having issues with a fast heart rate that they're trying to settle down. It may be partly related to the fever, but they're trying to get it under control. He was very chatty, and I spent most of the evening being talked at. I told him that he was going to rehab, and he took it pretty well. I think he realized that he's not in shape to come straight home.
I had a bitch of a time sleeping. Fell asleep fine, but then kept waking up. Woke up at one, saw the note in his portal about home discharge and had a total meltdown. Poor Jess woke up to me trying to quietly cry. At their urging, I took some anti anxiety meds and was out like a light.
Now, I'm slowly waking up and trying to get myself sorted for the day. Still feel a bit overwhelmed, like I'm trying to stem a tsunami, but I'll manage. I did ask off for Thursday, because I'm definitely not comfortable exposing anyone to my potential hotspot-ness. The day was already full, but my manager overrode it and approved me. It pays to be the favorite.
Okay, time to deal with pants. Everyone have a wonderful Tuesday!
Everyone is doing basically okay with their illness. My sister is still coughing some, but is testing negative and has gone back to work (masked). Jess is coughing a bit and running a low-grade fever, but is doing okay. Dad is still running a little fever and coughing.
I spent yesterday morning on the phone. I had my phone interview at 9 (did my best, no clue how it will go.). They said that I'd hear something by the end of the week, which in IKEA-speak means maybe I'll hear before vacation.
I had asked Dad's attending to call me, so of course I heard nothing. Around 10, I gave up and called the patient advocate. I left a message, but she called me back relatively quickly. I explained my issues, the lack of communication, etc. She gave me the number for his case manager, and let her know we needed to talk to her. She called me back within an hour, and I explained everything. She agreed that we could do rehab, and that she would be in touch to keep us updated. Of course then his doctor's note said something about discharge to home, so that was annoying and I'll be calling back today.
Not long after that, Jess tested positive, so they were not going down to visit dad. I called the nurses station and asked them to let dad know that Jess would not be down during the day, but that I would be down at night. (They did not pass on the message.).
Got down there, and found him much perkier. Though apparently, he's been having issues with a fast heart rate that they're trying to settle down. It may be partly related to the fever, but they're trying to get it under control. He was very chatty, and I spent most of the evening being talked at. I told him that he was going to rehab, and he took it pretty well. I think he realized that he's not in shape to come straight home.
I had a bitch of a time sleeping. Fell asleep fine, but then kept waking up. Woke up at one, saw the note in his portal about home discharge and had a total meltdown. Poor Jess woke up to me trying to quietly cry. At their urging, I took some anti anxiety meds and was out like a light.
Now, I'm slowly waking up and trying to get myself sorted for the day. Still feel a bit overwhelmed, like I'm trying to stem a tsunami, but I'll manage. I did ask off for Thursday, because I'm definitely not comfortable exposing anyone to my potential hotspot-ness. The day was already full, but my manager overrode it and approved me. It pays to be the favorite.
Okay, time to deal with pants. Everyone have a wonderful Tuesday!
