A tenant stopped by with rent. I was glad to see her because it had been a tough week for her. Her beloved dog had died. A mutual friend had told Tim about it.
She looked exhausted. She older than I am, but she still works, cleaning AirBnbs. That's a hard job to do day after day, week in, week out. She's a retired nurse, so I asked her why she didn't just pick up a shift or two as a per diem nurse. They are paying crazy money. It would be a lot less physically demanding. The girl needs down time. You could tell it from looking at her exhausted face.
She said, "I'm really done with nursing," and she said it with such finality that I knew she meant it.
I commented that it is a hard time to be 'on the front lines' so to speak, and that led us to talking about covid.
"Hey," I asked, "have you had that latest booster?" I was curious to have medical imput. The numbers on this wave are so different from that first year when the hospitals were over flowing, when nursing homes were hit so hard that some of them lost over 1/3 of their residents, schools were closed, all of it. Yes, there is covid around. Tim's grands caught it and gave it to their mother after just four days of school. Both of my grand daughters (they live on the other side of the state) have it now. I hear about cases all the time, but they don't seem to manifest with the more serious symptoms.
Tim doesn't want to get the booster unless he perceives things as getting serious. The last booster exhausted him for the better part of a week. Me? I was exhausted too. But I went to bed early and woke up feeling fine. So, we're waffling around on it, and the frustrating part is that there is so much misinformation out there that it is hard to know what the right thing is.
The other thing is that for all the times that Tim and I have been exposed to it, we've never gotten it. We are amazed by that.
So Deb (the tenant and former nurse) and I discussed it. I was interested in getting her take on it. She said that she would have the booster, and that she was going to have the flu vaccine as well.
"I guess that it's the sensible thing," I said. "I'll have to talk Tim into it."
As she was headed out, I asked her did she want to take some chicken gravy and mashed potatoes home. It was rich with peas and carrots and celery. It would make a nice supper for her, something that she wouldn't have to fuss over. She could just put her feet up and rest.
She said that she wasn't really hungry. She also mentioned how hard it walk in the door and no RB coming to meet her.
I told her how sorry I was. I knew that the dog was having seizures very suddenly, but what I did not realize is that the dog had a 3 seizures in short order. She took him to her vet and he had another, one that they could not bring him out of. She made the decision to have him put down.
I felt awful. I had a dog put down 12 years ago, and I still cry to think about it.
"I'm sorry. I did not know that you'd had him put to sleep. That's so hard."
"He walked in that vet's office with his little tail wagging...he didn't know...."
I said, "Well, neither did you."
She said, "Yeah...." and got very teary.
I gave her a hug. "You need to go home and get some rest. I wish you'd take some supper."
"No." She repeated that she wasn't hungry. She was just tired.
I told her that it had been a tough week.
I watched her walk to her car and I just felt so bad for her.
I got a text from her yesterday. She's got covid.
I stayed home today getting caught up on laundry and cleaning, as evening moved in, I found that I was freezing and that my body aches. Now I have a sore throat.
I've been directly exposed to covid before, and never got it. Will my luck hold?