it's 9:45 and i'm wearing pajamas

I haven't been for a walk since last Wednesday. I am at the point where I'd kill just to go outside. Even mundane tasks like grocery shopping and getting my fingerprints taken for school would excite me right now. 

Let's start at the beginning.

I was scheduled to work at my elder care job full days Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Basically the whole holiday weekend. If it's just her and her husband I don't wear a mask. I feel that they are part of my bubble. If ANYONE comes to the house, the mask goes on. I often stand in the doorway when the nurses are there, Or stay in another room when her constant stream of guests come. (She put in her Christmas newsletter she was in hospice care.) I generally do not see the other aide. I have been accused of being anti-social.

I worked on Thursday, Friday and Saturday. While I was there I was told the weekday aide had bronchitis. 

Sunday I received a call not to come to work. The weekday aide was Covid Positive. I did not know they took a Covid test when she was at the doctors. Surprise. 

 

I decided to be proactive and take a test. Her husband took one as well. We are both positive and NOT ill.  Her children are negative which is interesting because they hug and kiss mom. I just wipe her ass ... with gloves on.

Clearly no amount of prevention offers 100% protection.

I've been self-isolating since Sunday. That will continue until the 13th. I've had multiple offers from wonderful friends to grocery shop and bring me food. So far I'm trying to live off all the food in the house. Though I have run out of fresh food. I may try and be an adult and use a delivery service. I really don't want to put anyone out if I don't have to.

Now while all this has been going on my sister/roomie has been in the hospital. I was starved for information. She didn't answer the phone and I hadn't heard from a doctor since Friday when the outlook was grim. I'd call the nurses station and get tiny tibits. But she improved. Just like she did the last time. In fact, the whole illness unfolded just like the last time. We took her in earlier and she still continued to decline, before she got better. And they still don't know what's wrong with her.

Social services called Wednesday that they'd be moving her to Kirkland Village for short term rehab at 1pm. Then again nothing. Did they move her? I had no idea. I finally called the nurses station and found out she was indeed a patient.

Thursday, I managed to get one call thru to Pat and we talked for a couple minutes. She told me I had a plan of care meeting Friday but nobody has called yet. I hope she comes home soon. But I hope she doesn't come home before the 14th. That will be an whole other can of worms.

Yesterday someone from the recreation department called and asked what she liked to do in her free time. They are supposed to send me information about their video meetings via ez-connect link. Haven't gotten anything yet. Nor have the multiple calls to social services been returned. I did find out where to take her bag, and my friend Bob picked it up and delivered yesterday. I have not been able to confirm that Pat received it.

Today, I got a call from the health department. I think it was both informational and for contact tracing.

Since I was at Bonnie's on Wednesday to pick up kraut and have a drink, she's going to be tested today just to be sure. I hope she is negative. She took Sharon to the doctor on Wednesday. Sharon lives in a senior high rise and takes care of an 93-year-old. I don't want to think about the chain reaction.

If you need me, I'll be home. I'm not getting dressed. There's no point. It's a pj quarantine.