It was an Easter to remember. A giant snow storm, COVID and a family dinner, what could go wrong?
I found myself late to the COVID party early last Wednesday when I woke up weaker than mother nature’s attempts to bring in spring.
I’ve often stated that with my condition, it's like my body has a daily stamina bar. I only get so much energy per day, and when it is all used up, I am too tired to do much else. So, as it usually goes, when I got sick, that stamina bar started my day off feeling just depleted.
So, picture it, Wednesday morning, around 2 a.m. I woke to turn over and was too weak to even shift my hips over. I fought around for half an hour to turn over, but couldn’t, and eventually just went back to sleep. But when I tried to get up at 7:30, I found that I could not. I was so weak; I knew something was wrong.
I should also mention that I am a big baby when I get sick. So, like I do for almost every sickness, I called my mom to come get me. I knew that there was no way I could go about my day in that condition. My mom, bless her, drove straight down from Red Lake to my house in Ear Falls and picked me up. She took me back to her house so that I would be close by when I inevitably would need help. She then tucked me back into bed, and carried on to work.
Then later when she got home from work and picking my son up from school, she came to check on me. She helped me out of bed, and get to the bathroom, where I promptly blacked out. I came to like 30 seconds later, but she had already called an ambulance. They took me to the hospital where I was swabbed and officially tested positive for COVID.
Honestly, it was the perfect time to be isolating, because of the extra long Easter weekend; and school was cancelled for my son the next day due to our historic blizzard.
The service at my mom’s was phenomenal as usual. I was there for three days; and the whole time she made food, played with my son when I needed naps, and brought me tea and socks whenever I was cold.
She even made a big Easter dinner for us all on Sunday. Thank God for moms, right?
I’m still isolating, but now I’m at least better enough to be back in my own home. My boy is also positive and isolating with me, which is its own challenge. He is missing his friends and his activities, but he has been nice and snuggly. He is even letting me get a little bit of work done currently.
So that was our Easter weekend; very sick, but full of family and food. I hope yours was a good one!
