If you are wondering where I’ve been, I’ve been on a trip to Covidville. I’m sitting in my kitchen, oxygen canula in my nose, trying to recover from Covid. Yes, Covid is real; it’s not fake news. Despite all of my attempts to guard against infection, it found its way through my defenses.
My new doc really stepped up her game and found a hospital that would infuse the experimental monoclonal antibody serum that Trump apparently
was given. I had to drive 60 miles away to be treated. The hospital staff was incredible and 5 hours later, I was on my way home.
Jeremy drove in from Atlanta and has been chief cook and bottle washer, as well as standing guard over us 24/7. I’m glad to say it looks like RENEE AND I HAVE TURNED THE CORNER. Did I mention that Renee caught Covid as well?
If you are a doubter. If you are so disillusioned by what’s going on in society today and don’t believe the numbers broadcast daily, then let me reassure you that Covid is very real and skilled at defeating our external safety precautions and our internal immune systems. As knowledgeable as I am, I could not protect myself and my wife. In retrospect, the only thing I could have done differently would have been living under a strict quarantine.
If you get symptoms of Covid, call your doc immediately! I still recommend wearing masks, social distancing and handwashing. However, I would modify the social distancing rule and strive for a distance of 100 yards. Yes, the size of a football field. You really don’t ever want to be this sick or be fairly certain you were going to die.
(While the monoclonal antibody cocktail is experimental and comes with unknown risk, I gladly received it and got better promptly. If there is an aftermath, I’ll deal with it.)
I’ll resume my regular blogs when I’m well. My editor is not up to editing so please ignore any grammatical errors you may find. There is no joke today as I’m not in a joking mood. Music is soothing so here’s a tune for you.