Thursday Gary felt great. He’s been saying for weeks that he had the covid but was showing no fever. It’s been this running commentary.
Him: “My toes hurt ...my eye hurts ... I am so tired ... I am sweating like a pig ...”
Me: “Get a test. Tell the doctor. Don’t tell me. I can’t treat you.”
Him: “I feel so fatigued ...” Repeat. But then Thursday he was fine.
On Friday morning, after I heard that often there is no fever with the Covid, I said what I think were the magic words: “I BELIEVE you have the virus. You don’t have to convince me.” I think this turned him to a new purpose: Proving Me Wrong. After weeks of “I am sick,” he switched to “I am fine. I will show you.”
He felt good in the morning, then he lay down on his back, and after he found he couldn’t breathe in that position, he actually sent an email to the doctor.
He almost immediately got a call from someone at Washington University Medical Center, and evidently he’s been doing all the right steps and is slated for a test (supposedly) sometime today.
So, hopefully today he’ll get all sorted out.