I am currently recovering from my first experience with Covid. It seems incredible that I was not infected with this sooner. But I can say that the timing of this has been less than ideal. Susi had to go back to Arizona for a follow-uo appointment after back surgery. Mark brought her to our house here in New Mexico on Easter then we drove/I drove her to Phoenix on Monday. It was so great to spend time with her. Her pain since surgery was worse than she expected so she was looking forward to answers from her docs. Tuesday she went to her appointment and I stayed in our room. That evening I thought I was getting a head cold and seemed more tired than usual. Needless to say, I was in first stages of Covid although it didn’t occur to either of us that this could be the case.
Susi ended up needing a second surgery on Friday. Mark was driving down. I was exhausted but decided to head home rather than do my planned visit stops. By Gallup I was running on fumes of energy and. Ronnie B suggested I get a Covid test. This terrified me for Susi. She needed the corrective surgery and Mark was already on his way. Covid could mean postponing surgery and prolong her pain and increase expenses. The test had those two dreaded lines and I fell apart. How could I get Covid and possibly share it with my best friend. After wrestling with the decision to tell her or let her go ahead with the surgery in the dark, I called her. Ron’s words of Do what’s right not what’s easy rang in my head.
Her surgery went on as planned. I made it home barely.Flat tire, missed turnoffs and just brain fog. Ronnie B drove to Santa Fe and I followed him home. I didn’t have confidence to get home safely. I finally crawled into my own bed, started Paxlovid, and had Ron as the best nurse and delivery man I could ask for. Susi’s surgery seems to be a great success. She did get Covid and has the same horrible taste of the meds in her mouth as I do. She got out of the hospital yesterday and longs to be home in her own bed. My prayer is that her friend Becca and Mark don’t gat it as well. But it is a real possibility.
I am trying my best to use this unplanned advert read as a prayer prompt rather than a guilt I carry forever. The chances of all this coming together in this sequence of events were slim but obviously not impossible. But I am feeling better and have been cleaning cupboards and my closet since I have been quarantined upstairs. Tomorrow I may even be able to have Felix for a bit and see Lissa and Caleb outdoors. Lissa has a late birthday present for me that I am anxious to snuggle. Oops did I say puppy? Perhaps. We will see.
I see nothing………after all, she is a surprise I know nothing about.
In Him,
Joyful
4-18-23
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