This morning, I was knitting and listening to some Vivaldi piano sonatas (as you do), when the phone rang. It was the nurse on Mom’s wing at Carillon House calling to tell me that Mom had been exposed to COVID. Apparently, the lady who does hair at both Carillon House and here at Pointe Plaza tested positive for COVID, and Mom gets her hair done every week. They are going to put Mom in the quarantine unit for five days. She’ll be tested before she goes into quarantine and again before she comes out.
This comes on top of my BFF who lives NW of Houston having had COVID two weeks ago and being sick like a bad case of the flu. They gave her medications, she quarantined for the obligatory five days, and now she’s back to work.
Because of her severe kyphoscoliosis, Mom has significantly restricted lung function and a reduced ability to clear her lungs by coughing (which puts her at high risk for pneumonia), not to mention that she’ll be 98 this September. She’s already had a case of “walking” pneumonia this year necessitating antibiotics.
This is all very frustrating for me because I can’t do anything about it. Between my lymphoma and the chemotherapy, my immune system is a shambles. I can’t even go in Carillon House (because that’s where the COVID quarantine unit is), let alone visit her. I don’t dare. All I can do is wait and pray.