Since the day after Jazz Fest we have not left the apartment for more than a few minutes. Tuesday Carol tested positive for Covid and I tested positive on Friday. If we had the energy, we would be shredding the apartment from frustration. At least we are stuck in 1470 square feet instead of 400 as on the motorhome. The size of the cage really is a matter of indifference. Neither of us is moving around much except from the living room to the bedroom with stops in the bathrooms as we go by.
We are supposed to go to a wedding reception that is really a one year anniversary of the marriage. Won’t be there. No one wants our bugs and we don’t have the stamina to walk from the car to the event. We have plans for next Thursday. There is a possibility we will be able to attend. Not taking any bets on that.
Carol has been making dinner each night and has kept up the housekeeping in her moments of energy.
No Paxlovid in this house. Carol can’t take it because she weighs too little. My doctor thinks the side effects may be worse than the disease in its current form. I have trusted this doctor with my medical care for over 20 years, I’m not about to go against his recommendation.
Our neighbors were noisy this morning, they must have gone out. The wall between our units is quite thin. Every now and then I think they may be coming through. They seem to converse loudly. Fortunately it doesn’t disturb us particularly, although I must admit to being spoiled by the soundproof double walls in the East Ave Townhouse. Nothing can be heard in the bedroom and our quiet neighbors on that side are away for the summer in any event. Ah apartment living. A spacious cage with no escape until the virus lets us go.
In a few minutes I will get up the energy to prowl from the living room to the bedroom and back just to say I have moved. The actual distance from the end wall to the far end of the bedroom is 70 feet. I need to do that a lot of times to equal one night of Jazz Fest.
I just completed the round trip. Not totally exhausting, but I noticed it.
I wish you both a speedy and complete recovery. Being caged and ill is no fun. At least you got to enjoy the entire festival.
P.
So sorry you got hit! Just hope you recover quickly and totally. Love, Judy
Dear Paul and Carol,
Sorry to hear you got the dreaded Covid. Take good care of each other. And get better soon so you can be off to Iceland.
Hugs, Annie
I am so sorry to hear this..my son just tested positive from a convention in Philly…Dan and I will anxiously await to see if we came off the cruise without the bug…we wore masks as did many others..gotta love our Asian friends….they’ve had it right from the beginning! Ad for you two, rest and feel well soon!
Hugs🥰
We also wish you a speedy recovery. Thank God for vaccines and boosters! After living in an RV for almost 20 years exclusively, we also think our apartment is spacious! Two bedrooms and two bathrooms!! And we have a porch where we are growing herbs and flowers! Damn covid!
Double crapola, so sorry to read this. Hope your symptoms are gone before you know it! Hugs!
WE WISH YOU A VERY SPEEDY RECOVERY!!!
XXOO
CAROL & M ICHAEL
So sorry that both of you have the dreaded Covid! I wish you both a very speedy recovery!!
Mitch, Hailey and Shelley have had it, Mitch and Hailey, very mild, but Shelley wasn’t as lucky. However, all recovered just fine!
Thinking of you dear cousins.
Much love!