My day today so far–9:33pm:
It’s been … different. The last two days have been, actually, but I’ll start with today. I went for a walk on my own as Alex went from having his coat and shoes on to changing his mind as I was about to walk out the door with him. By the time I got up the street, according to his brother, he was already in his pjs again. So in went my headphones and I spent the next hour and 45 minutes walking snaking my way around the block listening to the book that was due to go back to the library today.
I am so glad I discovered Libby and that I can listen to books from the library on my phone. I’m seriously thinking about having audiobook versions made of my own books.
The rest of my day has been spent mostly working on the aforementioned own books.
I took Alex to his cardiology appointment in the morning. As I suspected, there has been a slight change in the structure of his heart, necessitating a slight increase in his meds. I was surprised to find that very few people–patients, doctors, techs, or nurses–were wearing masks. Then again, there are no known cases of Covid-19 in Kingston right now, and everyone who enters the building is screened. All of the people sick or suspected of being sick are sent to the other hospital in town.
Alex ended up doing well, with only a little nervousness when he saw the social distancing lines on the floor. It’s the first time he’s been anywhere but home since that part all began. I’m glad I took him, though admittedly, I’ll be watching us both closely for the next two weeks, just in case.
The <sarcasm>best</sarcasm> part of my day came when I got home and found a letter in the mail. The letter itself was dated May 6th, and the post mark on the envelope tells me it was mailed May 8th. What did the letter say? Get this.
Although my name was on the envelope, my mother was the addressee of the letter itself. It said something to the effect of “We’re writing to inform you that we are moving you to [Name of] Retirement Home. This move will happen on May 8th. Signed: The Hospital Administrator.”
I had to talk to someone at the hospital where my mother has been living since March 22nd about another matter, so I called and we discussed that. Before I hung up, I told the woman about this letter I’d received, saying it was odd.
Me: Anyway, I just want to confirm my mother is still there at the hospital.
Her: No, they moved her on Friday.
Me: They what?
Her: They didn’t tell you?
Me: No! I just got the letter today!
Me: They moved her five days ago without telling me?
At that point I started laughing at the absurdity of it all.
So yeah. My mother is in yet another retirement home, and half her stuff is still in the first one.
I just can’t with this whole situation anymore.
The good news is my mum seems to be doing well. She was quite chipper when I talked to her on Tuesday … although she had no idea where she was. Turns out I lied to her when I told her I was just up the street from her. She’s halfway across town.
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 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!