Dang Rona Finally Got to Mom and Dad

NOT a picture of mom and dad sick, but this post needed a photo.

I was driving home from work in early November and got a call from mom. She was crying and asked if I could meet her at the hospital. They had just taken dad to the ER by ambulance. I was halfway home, so I picked up mom and took her to the hospital. We took time to pack a bag for dad, then forgot to bring it. We made it back to dad's room. He had been very lethargic all day. Mom couldn't get him to wake up all day. He hadn't eaten or had much to drink. He couldn't sit on his own, so mom called 9-11. 

After tests, they let us know that dad had Covid Pneumonia. Whoa! We didn't see that coming. Mom thought he might have pneumonia because of the sound of his cough. We didn't suspect Covid though. Since I had a trip coming, mom had me leave the room. When it was time to hear results and the treatment plan, I went back in the room. Mom and dad's neighbor brought dad's bag because he was definitely staying at the hospital. We left shortly after 10 pm. Dad's oxygen levels were already better and doctors were encouraged. 

The next day they talked about sending dad home. Mom asked that they keep him one more night to keep an eye on him, which they did. He got rest and care. By the time he went home, mom had taken herself to the hospital to get tested for Covid. She tested positive. So, dad came home and mom had Covid. I was out of town by then. What a roller coaster. At least mom felt ok. They were able to take minimal care of themselves with the help of neighbors bringing in dinner. Their ward is really good to them. 

It's going to be a long road. Dad needs to take it easy. He worked in the shop earlier this week and that set him back a bit. He spent 2 days resting. I think they're resigned to resting at least through Thanksgiving. I'm glad it wasn't worse. 2 days in the hospital for dad and a quick visit for mom isn't bad.