The past week and a half in our family has been an interesting one. Hubby was sick for two days, the 21/22 of May, then went to the local walk in clinic for a note from doctor. Those two days, he could not get out of bed, and his boss was constantly calling and texting him to either go to work or get a doctor's note, and since he was a home health RN, it wasn't very smart to go to see patients in their home while sick himself. After two days of harrassment from his boss, he resigned his position in order for her to stop calling and texting every few minutes, and even then she continued to harrass demanding he go to work. So on Saturday, he felt up to going to the doctor.
They ruled out flu A/B, strep, and then did the covid test. Since that was a holiday weekend, he was told he was "presumptive" positive and stay in quarantine at home until his test came back. The test didn't go out until the following Tuesday, shipped up to Kansas City to the lab. The test results returned today, June 1, a week and a half after original test date. Negative.
That "presumptive" sure changed our lives for a few days. Hubby takes care of his parents in their home, and he was not allowed to do what he has to do there, such as his mom's wound care and take dad to go shopping or do medicine set up or anything. Dad didn't understand why hubby couldn't come over, it wasn't because hubby didn't want to, he was told he couldn't. The in-home care company that handles his mother's care (and also hubby's former employer) started being very contrary to doctor's orders and mom's needs. Still is. Hubby's mother has an amputation of her toe and possibly part of her foot coming, due to exposed bone and very bad circulation in that area, the toe has in effect died. She has paid staff from a separate agency to help her bathe and ambulate and so on, and the nursing staff at hubby's now former job has went above and beyond to make sure her care is sub par while he's not been able to go and tend to her himself. He could not do anything while on quarantine to alleviate anything.
Our church opened back to in person services, and we could not go as he was quarantined, and I may pass along to someone. It was like a cruel joke after 2 months of no in person services. We love our church family, our pastor, being there and singing and worshipping and hearing the bible filled messages, and we were so looking forward to being there again.
Job searching came to a halt while hubby was in quarantine. I work from home and had no issue, my machines can run anytime day or night. And they do...
The staff that helps with my middle son, who is 18, was not allowed to come until a negative test result came up. That cost her 1 1/2 weeks of work. My middle son was visiting his dad and family in Missouri when hubby tested, so he stayed in Missouri until today.
The down time was helpful to hubby and me, despite the issues with the nursing agency and mom's wounds. We were both mentally and physically tired. Before the sickness, our phone would ring easily 10-20 times a day, usually from hubby's dad, worrying or asking things and forgetting he had already asked, due to his worsening dementia. Hubby had to go to his dad's house (only 4 blocks away) several times a day on top of handling our kids' needs and his job. The "presumptive" stopped that for a week and a half. Hubby and I spent quiet time, actually talking to one another without a phone ringing. We drove out to the lake and enjoyed the wildlife at the state park close to us. Hubby found an isolated place and did some fishing away from everyone. I listened to Masterpiece Theater (aka PBS Masterpiece) and did sewing on business pieces. He spent time outside mowing, playing with his beagle puppy, enjoying the fresh air. We watched the church sermons on Youtube.
During that week, God blessed with more sales than I've had in a long time, at one time, and provided with extra income we had not planned on beyond that. He took care of us physically and mentally during the week. He gave us time down to revive us so we can keep on going. He knew we would keep on going as long as we were able to keep moving about, so He put a stop to hubby going anywhere. It worked.
Hubby's illness lasted only 2 days. But what God has done since, in allowing for a bigger and better position, a mental and physical break from all the stressors we have, that has meant a lot. Although I really don't think any doctor/clinic/etc should label anyone "presumptive", that's the same as assuming, and I'm sure you've heard the saying about assuming. We had something very very very similar to or the actual Covid thing in the winter, so it'd be rather interesting if we'd gotten it again. None of us are sick. Not even a sniffle. Hubby didn't even cough.
Today we were able to restart life again, and we come back at it refreshed. Hubby is out fishing at his favorite fishing hole. I made sure he had 6 dozen worms and 100 hooks for his adventure. My middle son is home, and my stepchildren return home tomorrow. We've even been able to hammer out some possibilities for the oldest to have a partial independence from us, find work, and go to college. The stress has melted away. The fat hasn't--but it will. God has this, all the way!
During that time, we were able to see Psalm 32 in action. God made sure He took care of us. He is faithful always!
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