As this pandemic continues we can only visit mom through phone calls. Our last call was the best yet. Mom was the most lucid that she has been in weeks. She seems to understand that we can’t visit and tells me not to worry about her because “they take good care of me and I’m safe and happy.” You can’t ask for more than that.
In SC our governor opened up the state to tourism this week. There are many people here from COVID 19 hot spots. I continue to isolate and only venture out for doctor appointments and pharmacy. I order groceries online and pick up without going into the store. My doctor had me wearing a face mask and not going into crowds before it became dictated by the government. I’m thankful for a good and informed physician.
I’m amazed at the number of people who don’t take this virus seriously. The beaches are crowded and few are wearing masks or other protective equipment when out and in close proximity to others. There is a six foot rule here but in most places it’s a joke.
Last week we received a text that the seafood market in Surfside had crawfish and stripped bass. We got our masks etc and headed over. The market only allows 3 in at a time and the employees wore PPE and operate pretty safely. We were the only customers who had on a mask. A man 6 feet ahead of us was about 75 years old and maskless. When he saw me in my mask he went into a diatribe about the virus being a hoax and the liberals doing anything to discredit Trump. He continued railing about it and I just ignored him.
Bless his heart. He was the third that was allowed in the market with us. He finished shopping and paid and then came over to glare at us, in our space. I turned my back to him and he continued to glare and smirk. I guess that he decided to leave because we wouldn’t engage him. What a bullying, frightened little man he was.
We bought our seafood and left. The crawfish boil was delicious as was the air fried stripped bass. Sweet justice for putting up with one of God’s troubled children.
With the governor removing some restrictions my doctor is now able to perform my needed surgeries. I’m scheduled for next Wednesday for a cardiac cath and to have an ICD implanted. An ICD is a hybrid pacemaker/defibrillator device.
I’m relieved to finally be able to get these procedures. Under pandemic rules and to keep hospitals from being overloaded these procedures were deemed as elective. I have a long list of symptoms that would be an emergency room visit. I’ve been on restricted activities since February as my heart is functioning at 30% EF. The meds to strengthen my heart causes hypotension with my BP dropping to 80/40 at times. I have some really bad days. Good thing is that I can’t do housework or anything that causes exertion.
During this time I’ve enjoyed hammock time, reading and writing and FaceTime with family and friends. I miss everyone so much.
I am a little anxious about the procedures but I look forward to a pretty normal life after recovery. Recovery is about a month but it will be the same as I’ve had to live now with the limited activities. I’m looking forward to feeling better and living a more normal life.
I am happy that a room in memory care opened up for my mom two days after I was diagnosed with the heart condition. Doctors had told me to place her due to concerns over my health. I am physically unable to care for her and am so glad that she is in such a good place.
Unfortunately several people who hardly spent time with mom have told me that she doesn’t need to be there and that if I loved her I would keep her at home, no matter what. I try to think these folks mean well and just don’t understand. I encourage people to be supportive of folks even if you don’t agree with decisions being made. unless you have lived it and know all the details you shouldn’t make judgments. Life is hard enough as it is without the unneeded and unappreciated comments both to me, my family and my mothers community. For the record, I’m tired of being maligned for making the best decisions for all of us. Be kind.
As always, more later.