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 |   One writer's journey |
| Never speak the words...it can't get any worse, because I'm here to tell you, YES IT CAN! So R's helper went to the doctor last Thursday. We knew he was going and that he was getting sick. Next thing I know, R has a sore throat, fever, chills, wicked cough on Friday. He came home from work, ate soup and crashed. I knew there was no way I'd escape whatever he had. He never thought it could be Covid. I mean we hadn't had that in two years. My throat was burning Thursday and Friday it was progressively getting worse. Another sign. R gets a zpack from his Friday telehealth visit, because our dr never wants us in office if we're sick. I had an extra antibiotic because of a previous infection that was difficult to get rid of, so I figured, this sinus infection I need to take care of ASAP. That was Saturday. I was completely whipped, hardly moving from my chair. Sunday I spent the entire day in bed I was so physically exhausted. Our poor kid was avoiding us like the plague. Who could blame him? I left work early Monday, I couldn't handle it. Turned a corner that night, so Tuesday wasn't too bad. On Wednesday, the helper tells us how his mother and grandmother tested positive for Covid. I swear I wanted to hurt that kid. I couldn't help myself last night, took the test since I knew if I was positive, it would still be in my system. Yep. Positive. By this time Danny is now sick, no avoiding that in this house. I drag him to the dining room, positive too. So it can't be a false positive for me like R believes. And then today, as we are all back at work and I'm getting ready to head home, Danny tells me there's a problem in the bathroom. Water is coming out of the toilet. Can't find the plunger. I remember it's in the public bathroom I'd closed off last week because some idiot flushed the roll of toilet paper and it took a lot of effort to clear that shit. I unlock that door, grab the plunger, useless. This is the bathroom we all use at work. It's a problem. Hubby sends me home, nothing I can do anyway. Driving home he calls to tell me the water is now coming up through the floor drain. In both bathrooms. It's a disaster. We had single digits today so he's thinking the sewer is frozen. I call the city, they come out, try to investigate, get nowhere. Hubby comes home, can't reach the plumber. The store is still open, I keep getting pictures of the water level, wondering if it will get worse during the night after we close. The city will be back out tomorrow. All I know is, yes, T, it can, and it will get worse. |
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