Covid Caught Us

But We Are Not Down

It’s just been my husband and me in the last week. Waiting together. Napping when we feel we need it. Unable to breathe at night with stopped-up noses. Snoring together. Tossing, turning, aching, dreaming. Coughing

We caught Covid.

From somewhere. Who knows? Where? We are hearing from the people Dennis talks to, folks who think after three years it might be safe to go out, to a restaurant, to a holiday party. Now they have Covid.

Not safe.

My mother always said, “Why don’t you wash your hair? You might feel better.” I did. It helped.

We tried out Amazon grocery delivery. I was impressed. We will do that again.

We might postpone Christmas. We already did that with Thanksgiving while we weathered RSV. Turkey dinner for Valentine’s Day.

It’s been a cold, dark time.

I fell out of bed, and my husband thought I was dying. He wanted to call an ambulance. I said no. I was too mean to die. Finally, he got me up. Two days later, the bruises are showing up. Where I slid through his grasp. Like a slippery fish. I had no strength. It just wasn’t there anymore. Surprised me.

We are weathering this. Covid. Caught us.

But we’re not down.