Here we are, almost seven months since the World Health Organization declared Covid-19 a pandemic on
March 11, 2020. It has been a long haul, learning how to cope with unwanted lifestyle changes. By now, most of us have known someone who has won or lost the battle with this horrible virus.
Although I question much of what I read or listen to because there is so much “flip-flopping, it is still a real threat to all of us.
Staying away from my Grandchildren has been the most challenging thing for me. My young Granddaughter did have the virus; her symptoms were cough and fever. The rest of the house all tested negative.
A friend went to visit her Grandchildren out of state and started a runny nose on the way home and felt bad.
She had two negative tests and one positive test. A chest x-ray confirmed the virus was attacking her lungs. The Doctor started her immediately on hydroxychloroquine, and she said two days later, she felt better. The Doctor also prescribed it for her husband and mother, who accompanied her on the trip.
Both of these cases are weird to me. One person in a home getting sick, and a medication that is not proven to work, possibly working.
Whatever the treatment or hopefully a vaccine coming soon, we are not there yet. Deaths are still happening every day.
This past week I had to get brave and get out of town for a few days. Carefully planning how to do my part to stay safe and keep others safe, I laid out a travel plan.
Instead of flying, I choose a destination within driving distance.
I paid a little extra and booked hotels implementing a serious safety policy.
My mask stayed on in public areas.
I brought a pillow and blankets from home and removed the hotel items except for the sheets.
I brought my electric coffee pot and cups and packed a cooler full of food.
The joy of getting on the road, the change of scenery during autumn, was so refreshing. The only thing that could have made it better would be to have the children with me.
Oh well, maybe next year.
Have a happy day 🙂