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| After 8 days in the hospital, I am now at home, limping, and hurting, trying to care for myself. I certainly have learned to appreciate the menial work they have to do. Catching up on e-mail, snail mail, bill paying , etc., is time consuming. As if taking a tumble downhill on a gravel road wasn't bad enough, the hospital discovered I was COVID-positive. I was asymptomatic. I discovered my measuring tools for COVID were out of date. The new strains do not affect smell or taste. I never had a fever or felt nauseous. This affects your hospital stay. Housekeeping will not come in your room. You have to clean your own toilet, and overlook the trash on the floors. No one will refill the soap pump in the bathroom. The nurse has to take care of all trash, which overloads quickly, because of the gowns for all personnel. remove before going though the door. It also limits my leaving the room for therapy and exercise. Food service is not allowed in. They use disposable trays or boxes. All food containers are trash. They throw on too many sugars, salts, ketchups, so that no on has to come back into the room. Some employees feel they've already taken so many chances, what's one more? The same is true for all of us. Unless you work from home and have all your groceries and meds delivered, you're going to be taking some chances. I tried going outside for a while, but got a bunch of mosquito bites. I have too many bandages and bruises to add a layer of mosquito repellent. Meanwhile, I suggest you keep the mask to protect yourself, washing your hands more frequently, don't sit to close to people outside you family, like at churches and theaters, wash all your produce carefully as soon as you get home, My doctor told me to turn off the AC, open the windows and doors, set up the fans to draw out the germs (my germs). I was already cleaning a lot. I wash my sinks and toilets every day. Then be prepared. Bottom line, my injuries were far worse than my COVID. I am an invalid now, but not because of the pandemic. Once the skin heals on my foot and ankle, the bruising subsides, and the muscles go back to normal, and they drain the hematoma on my elbow, I won't remember the COVID. But for the hospital,that was more important than the fracture in my toe or my other injuries. |
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These days I just have houseplants and one lonely portulaca that came up by seed and has bloomed this past week. I've been "home" for three months and the plants have responded well. But, I long for Thailand.
. Isn't it funny how we take things like electricity and plumbing for granted... until we don't have them. Happy for you!