Before I get to all the other updates in the life of TBT let’s just say that the OBT is still in process but we’ve hit a couple of snags along the way. It isn’t over (like the Rams season) we just have to – you know – shuffle the deck a bit and redeal the cards. No, that’s not the right metaphor. The cards in play are fine. There’s just some transitionary algorithmic combobulations that have to be excogitated.
Yeah, that describes it best.
But while that plays out, and doesn’t require my full attention, I thought this would be a great time to catch up on other things. Like Covid.
Yeah, I said Covid.
Why are you bringing all of that up again, Tom? Aren’t we passed this yet?!
Well, yes and no. I mean, we should be. I am. Except that I have it. And Mrs C has it. And the mother-in-law has it, and this has been the most confusing two weeks of my dogs’ life.
Correct, I got it again. But, I’m fine. 100%. Slight-head-cold kind of nonsense. But Mrs C got it first. And bad. In fact, she’s still in bed, coughing and worn down, two weeks later. Almost. Let’s start at the beginning.
Mrs C avoided infection for the entirety of the bulk of the pandemic. Good! She has some underlying conditions I was always worried about and her mom has even more and is older (obviously), so I took every precaution during wave after wave to make sure they were fine. We take care of the ones we love first, right?
But two Mondays ago (the 7th) she woke up and said “not feeling well, calling in.” No problem, it happens. I said “take a test, we have plenty.” She did. Negative. Cool. But as the day progressed she got worse with the coughing and the fever and we thought, flu bug!
The next day I said “take another test, just to be sure, we have plenty.”
Damn. Okay, scramble drill! Sandy (the MIL), you stay in your room as much as possible. Mrs C (the wife), you stay in OUR room as much as possible. Tom (me), you stay in your office as much as possible, and sleep on the couch at night. Ready, break!
All was fine until two days later Sandy tested positive. Okay, now you avoid Tom and both of you avoid each other and I’ll test every day before work.
I had 7 negative tests in a row. At about $10 a pop. Yes, I had to buy more. It’s easy.
I skipped the 8th day of testing because, come on, I’m fine now, right?
Negative. I mean, Positive. On the 17th of November (9th day) I got a faint positive. On the 18th of November I got a strong positive. Okay, now everybody avoid everybody and everything all the time until further notice!
I’m practically asymptomatic but the rules are clear: test positive and isolate. I’ve been isolated for the last few days and am supposed to do the same the next few. I mean, I get it. If I go to work and suddenly somebody there gets it from me they have to go home. And if everybody gets it from me everyone has to go home (we’re a small crew) and what kind of store is that? Take what you need, but please leave money on the counter. We’ll count it on the 1st.
Okay, soapbox. Not to MAGA out or anything but isn’t this kind of far into the exercise for this level of precaution? I mean, I get it, if you’re sick, you’re sick. Stay home. Mrs C is sick sick and should stay home and even isolate. She obviously got a big viral load. The MIL was sick for two days and has felt fine since. She’s nigh unto indestructible, it seems. Me too. I didn’t get sick this time. At all.
When this thing was killing thousands of people a day (literally, look it up) I get it, every precaution. At it’s peak it was killing at a level 30 times (or more) the average for a good (bad) flu. Stop the spread. On board. But, at last look, Covid-19 is killing about 100 people a day in the US (about the average for the flu, mind you), so we ought to rethink keeping Tom home when he’s got stuff to do. Other people, too, I suppose, but really … this is about Tom. 😏
(“concern for a winter surge” and “vigilance against variants” will be accepted as plausible counters to the fastidious amongst you, but I’m in the moment right now)
So, that’s the update. OBT pending. Isolation. Confused living arrangement for dogs. Rams suck.
Did I miss anything?