Then…all of a sudden….it happened
We got no one to blame but ourselves. 2 fucking years we have been living the paranoid life. 2022 has been our loose year, and we were still dodging it. Well, it fucking happened. And it only took summer camp.
That’s only a guess. We decided to have our son go to a day summer camp. His third of the summer. Well this was the one. He woke up yesterday morning complaining that he “couldn’t drink enough water.” Took me a minute to figure out he meant a sore throat. Took his temperature, 100.5. Pediatrician immediately said take a COVID test, and there you have it.
What ensued next is chaos leading to exhaustion. Alot of phone calls (my son had been with other kids in the neighborhood the day before his symptoms), cancelling arrangements, and making new ones….little man misses his first day of school this year.
All things considered, I am glad its happening now and not later. All summer obligations are completed. We aren’t near any holidays. Didn’t have any plans to go do anything. Just glad the Rona entered the house not near something important like halloween, thanksgiving, or christmas.
Plus on day 2 of this thing, we have stabilized a bit. To be honest, feels a little bit like the plateau of pseudo-normality we hit at the beginning of the pandemic.
We have plenty of supplies and are going through our pantry, cooking up random stuff. I have set up my work station on the kitchen table like it was for the entire first half of 2020. We are facetiming with people. I am a zoom call with friends away from it really being two years ago.
The next few weeks though will be robust. My son has been nice enough to stay in his room. Have his meals in there. I’ve read stories from the hallway. Played games from the hallway. We have conversations from the stairwell. My house is open enough to where he doesn’t feel too alone, but it also means my wife and I are highly exposed.
Do we end up getting the thing? I mean realistically, yes. But only time will tell. In theory, my son goes to school after the first day wearing a mask, which feels like cold comfort. I just hope we don’t get anyone else sick.
My parting thought to the congregation: It’s out there yall. Its coming for you. Just make your peace with it. I know I am trying.