Viral adventures...

So Drew had been sick for a week, with no real signs of improvement.   I finally told him that if he didn’t call his doctor, I’d physically drag him to urgent care.

He called his doctor Friday.  The doctor told him, “Go to the ER.”

So we drove over to Good Samaritan.  Our suburban hospital is not nearly as crazy as hospitals in the city, but the changes due to the pandemic ... the triage nurse is gowned and masked, and she sits at a table at the entrance to the ER.  There’s a huge sign that says “no visitors”.  They mean it, too.

Drew signed some paperwork and was directed to the waiting room. I was handed a business card and was told to call the ER in about an hour to get Drew’s status.

So I spent the next hour and a half sitting in my car and listening to the rain.  Thankfully Drew was discharged, not admitted to the hospital.

The verdict?  He probably has the virus, but he won’t know until Wednesday.  He was given a prescription for a nebulizer/albuterol.  And the doctor says he’ll probably be sick/ fatigued for the next 2-3 weeks.

Sigh ...