I say day 5 because my son was on spring vacation from March 7th through the 16th, but his district is closed through April 12th now. Since he should have gone back on the 17th, I consider today to be day 5. Life was pretty normal here until late last week.
On Wednesday, I made a schedule for my son. A routine. It has worked until today. Even today it worked, mostly. The plan was that he and his dad would go to the driving range and then out to eat somewhere or to bring food home. Something. But my husband had to get some things for his brewing and changed his plans.
Upon being told he was going to have get off the computer, without a warning, my son went into quite the fit. Burst into tears. Wailing, "You interrupted my game!"
Needless to say, this wasn't going to really work in his favor. He lost all electronics the rest of the day.
He ended up at his friend's house next door until dinnertime, giving us all a much needed break.
We found out, just after dinner, that his friend's father, our neighbor, has a friend who just tested positive for the Corona virus. He might now have it. Which means his son and wife might have it. His son played with our son and the girl next door. So her family might have it. She also hugged a friend of ours a few days ago. She's a senior citizen. So she and her husband might have it. She also has been having her daughter bring the grandkids over... so they might have it and give it to their parents...
Little wonder how fast this thing spreads.
Let's look at that again.
J's friend has Covid-19. This is a fact.
J has a son and wife. All three may have it. Maybe just J.
J's son played with my son and the girl next door.
R passes it to her family and to C and her husband and their 2 grandkids, and their daughter and son-in-law.
M passes it to me and my husband.
Right there: almost 20 people.
Ugh.
#Coronavirus #Covid-19 #Pandemic2020 #Pandemic #RealProblems
No panic yet. Wait and see if we have systems. J is self-isolating in the hopes he doesn't have it and, if he does, his wife and son won't get it.
Prayers for all of us!
Saturday, March 21, 2020
Friday, March 20, 2020
2020, Do You Want To Hurt Me?
I have that song by Culture Club in my head as I think back through January 2020. It's only March and I'd already like a do-over for this year.
January was stressful due to a change in insurance for my family. We had to find new doctors, which is already kind of scary before you add on that I had an issue come up before the 2019 year was over. A stress test in October told my doctor I needed, at the very least, a heart cath. Of course, I learned this in December and told them, I was switching docs in January.
Fortunately, the new doc I had didn't waste time getting me to a new cardiologist who wasted no time in getting me scheduled for that heart cath.
I was scheduled for the heart cath in mid-February. I had about two weeks to fret and stress over it. I remembered my heart cath in March 2019 and recalled how much pain I was in during the procedure, during the stent portion, especially, and then having to recover on my back for five or six hours.
My back didn't like it.
So I had lots of time to really get nervous and anxious and cry. Lots of crying.
It was so very stressful to me. When I think back to it, it wasn't just the procedure, but the idea of having to wait, on my back, for 6 hours before I could get up or move. Six hours. And if I have to potty? Bedpan. Only babies can go while on their back. Ugh.
But it worried me, despite knowing it was fixable. And, of course, who will tend to our son? Why should he be out of school to sit all day, bored out of his mind, in a hospital? Thankfully, we have friends who were so helpful and took him overnight, got him to school, and picked him up after.
Without those friends, I'd have worried about him. They have no idea how grateful I am to them.
In the end, my blood pressure was too high and my hemaglobin lower than the procedural cardiologist liked, so he didn't put in the three stents I needed. And my blood pressure refused to lower. It'd cling to numbers above 150 because I was in pain. I was uncomfortable. I had to pee! But all I could do was sit and watch tv and doze off and on.
Finally, I went home. It wore me out, that day. I pretty much just moved slowly about for days and tried not to think too much about having to come back and do it all again for the stents. Ugh.
I ended up with appointments to see that cardiologist in a follow up. He sent me to a Hematologist (who says I'm not anemic by their standards) and an ENT who did a CT scan to make sure the Nose Bleeds of 2019 (yes, they deserve a title) didn't damage my sinuses.
Then, guess what? The coronavirus, aka Covid-19.
I mean, at this point, with the stress of ONLY the first two months, bleeding into the third month, of this year, this pandemic has me just sort of sitting here thinking, "Of course. What's next 2020? What else do you have up your sleeve? What else lies in store for us mere mortals who thought we had a handle on life, the universe, and everything?"
I dare to ask.
I mean, I'm even homeschooling my son, which I do anyways on top of his public school education, but now it's a must. He's shy about ZOOM meetings with his classmates. Our temple board meetings are on Zoom, too.
So, I put it out there. What's next? At this point, I'm too stressed about my health, in general, to be panicking about this things. I have no control over it. So why panic? I can only hope by following the CDC reccomendations that I don't get to be one of the many confirmed cases of the coronavirus.
Just look for me on FB. I'm one of the many parents cracking jokes about the struggles of homeschooling, enjoying the humor of non-teacher parents struggling with the realization that their angels might truly be more trouble than they thought, and that teachers are amazing people. Perhaps we needed this virus to bring some reality back. Reality that teachers aren't supposed to parent our children, but teach, but they do it anyways.
Anyways, I leave my question to 2020 as I did in the title with the video by Culture Club. It amuses me.
#HomeschoolProblems #Covid19 #Coronavirus #Venting #Humor #WhatNext #BringIt
Do You Want To Hurt Me
January was stressful due to a change in insurance for my family. We had to find new doctors, which is already kind of scary before you add on that I had an issue come up before the 2019 year was over. A stress test in October told my doctor I needed, at the very least, a heart cath. Of course, I learned this in December and told them, I was switching docs in January.
Fortunately, the new doc I had didn't waste time getting me to a new cardiologist who wasted no time in getting me scheduled for that heart cath.
I was scheduled for the heart cath in mid-February. I had about two weeks to fret and stress over it. I remembered my heart cath in March 2019 and recalled how much pain I was in during the procedure, during the stent portion, especially, and then having to recover on my back for five or six hours.
My back didn't like it.
So I had lots of time to really get nervous and anxious and cry. Lots of crying.
It was so very stressful to me. When I think back to it, it wasn't just the procedure, but the idea of having to wait, on my back, for 6 hours before I could get up or move. Six hours. And if I have to potty? Bedpan. Only babies can go while on their back. Ugh.
But it worried me, despite knowing it was fixable. And, of course, who will tend to our son? Why should he be out of school to sit all day, bored out of his mind, in a hospital? Thankfully, we have friends who were so helpful and took him overnight, got him to school, and picked him up after.
Without those friends, I'd have worried about him. They have no idea how grateful I am to them.
In the end, my blood pressure was too high and my hemaglobin lower than the procedural cardiologist liked, so he didn't put in the three stents I needed. And my blood pressure refused to lower. It'd cling to numbers above 150 because I was in pain. I was uncomfortable. I had to pee! But all I could do was sit and watch tv and doze off and on.
Finally, I went home. It wore me out, that day. I pretty much just moved slowly about for days and tried not to think too much about having to come back and do it all again for the stents. Ugh.
I ended up with appointments to see that cardiologist in a follow up. He sent me to a Hematologist (who says I'm not anemic by their standards) and an ENT who did a CT scan to make sure the Nose Bleeds of 2019 (yes, they deserve a title) didn't damage my sinuses.
Then, guess what? The coronavirus, aka Covid-19.
I mean, at this point, with the stress of ONLY the first two months, bleeding into the third month, of this year, this pandemic has me just sort of sitting here thinking, "Of course. What's next 2020? What else do you have up your sleeve? What else lies in store for us mere mortals who thought we had a handle on life, the universe, and everything?"
I dare to ask.
I mean, I'm even homeschooling my son, which I do anyways on top of his public school education, but now it's a must. He's shy about ZOOM meetings with his classmates. Our temple board meetings are on Zoom, too.
So, I put it out there. What's next? At this point, I'm too stressed about my health, in general, to be panicking about this things. I have no control over it. So why panic? I can only hope by following the CDC reccomendations that I don't get to be one of the many confirmed cases of the coronavirus.
Just look for me on FB. I'm one of the many parents cracking jokes about the struggles of homeschooling, enjoying the humor of non-teacher parents struggling with the realization that their angels might truly be more trouble than they thought, and that teachers are amazing people. Perhaps we needed this virus to bring some reality back. Reality that teachers aren't supposed to parent our children, but teach, but they do it anyways.
Anyways, I leave my question to 2020 as I did in the title with the video by Culture Club. It amuses me.
#HomeschoolProblems #Covid19 #Coronavirus #Venting #Humor #WhatNext #BringIt
Do You Want To Hurt Me
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