My day today so far–4:33pm:
I started off the day early with Alex insisting on going outside to get the blue boxes since the recycling truck had been. I argued with him that it wasn’t safe for him to touch them, but he wasn’t gonna wait.
I’m sure if my neighbours didn’t think me crazy before, the sight of me, in PJs, my winter boots, and coat, out in the middle of the road at 7:15, picking up the pieces of paper that had flown out of my recycling bins in the night has likely cemented their opinion.
We didn’t manage to go out for a walk today because of the rain, but I did sit in the car down by the water to work on my book, so there’s that.
Then I came home and dealt with the hospital.
And therein lies the long story that I mentioned yesterday.
On Sunday, March 22nd, my mother collapsed at the home. They put her in an ambulance and sent her to the hospital–her heart was stopping for 10 seconds every once in a while. The doctor called me and asked if I wanted her to have a pacemaker. I said yes.
A few days later they transported her to Kingston, she had the operation and was back in town the same day. All well and good. On Wednesday, the 1st, she was ready to come out of the hospital. Yay!
The home won’t have her back. Because there are cases of Covid-19 in the hospital, she’d have to stay in isolation in her room for 14 days. Only my mother wouldn’t remember that for 14 minutes. So I had a choice–pay a security guard out of my own pocket to stand by her door 24/7 for 14 days, or find an alternative. I can’t have her here at home because of Alex’s cardiac issues (if she does have the virus … let’s just say it wouldn’t go well for him), so I’ve been on the phone a lot.
Mostly to discover there are no spots available in nursing homes.
So the hospital will keep her until there is one.
And I’m not allowed to visit. I haven’t seen her since the middle of March, and probably won’t until this virus mess is over. I’m guessing July if we’re lucky.
So I’m just burying myself in my work and my kids, and trying not to think about it all too much. Because what can I do but worry?
Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
More of the same.
Why I’m writing this post:
Because if you’re like me and stuck at home already, or if you’re going to be like me soon, the days of the week are going to be hell to keep track of. We have a wonderful community here on WordPress and all over the Internet as well, and I’m sure many people are feeling nervous and/or isolated. I want to make sure every one of us has somewhere to congregate and someone to talk to.
I want everyone to know that you can start discussions with each other in the comments, and if you’d like to write your own “What Day is it Anyway?” post, you can link to this one. Hashtag #WDIIA.
Let’s keep in touch!