Well, it's day forty of quarantine. If the word was any indication this would be the last day and we should be out in the streets celebrating. Not that I want that. I'm going stir crazy but I am glad that the state of Minnesota has proceeded through this nightmare keeping science and people's lives at the forefront. I don't know if I have to say this but our president is a fucking moron. Just yesterday he said that perhaps people could inject disinfectant and doctors should really be looking at that. Jesus.
The lockdown took another major downturn on Monday when my mom went into the hospital. She didn't want to go but she has had trouble breathing since her hospitalization in December for pneumonia. About a month ago she mentioned that her blood oxygen levels were in the 60s percentage-wise and everyone freaked out and told her to GO TO THE HOSPITAL but she wouldn't because all this corona virus mess was starting up and she didn't want to use resources or be in a hospital with this horrible virus going around. So she stopped talking about her blood oxygen levels.
Last weekend my dad said he was in a constant cold sweat because she was in such bad shape so he told her she was going to go to the doc whether she liked it or not. She didn't like it. He called the hospital to see what the protocol is for bringing in a patient during a pandemic. He was to drop her off at the ER and they would come get her to see the doctor. As soon as she got in the emergency room she stopped breathing and had to be intubated. She was in bad shape so they decided to fly her to Duluth because they have intensive care units at our hospitals here. She's been here since Monday on a ventilator with little change. It's incredibly sad, but more so because she can't have any visitors. There are no visitors allowed in the hospital at all. I've seen stories on the news where families visit loved ones through the windows at care centers, but she's on the seventh floor, so unless I get a helium balloon or start flappin' that's not going to happen. It's all so tragic and horrible.
Quarantine sucks.
The lockdown took another major downturn on Monday when my mom went into the hospital. She didn't want to go but she has had trouble breathing since her hospitalization in December for pneumonia. About a month ago she mentioned that her blood oxygen levels were in the 60s percentage-wise and everyone freaked out and told her to GO TO THE HOSPITAL but she wouldn't because all this corona virus mess was starting up and she didn't want to use resources or be in a hospital with this horrible virus going around. So she stopped talking about her blood oxygen levels.
Last weekend my dad said he was in a constant cold sweat because she was in such bad shape so he told her she was going to go to the doc whether she liked it or not. She didn't like it. He called the hospital to see what the protocol is for bringing in a patient during a pandemic. He was to drop her off at the ER and they would come get her to see the doctor. As soon as she got in the emergency room she stopped breathing and had to be intubated. She was in bad shape so they decided to fly her to Duluth because they have intensive care units at our hospitals here. She's been here since Monday on a ventilator with little change. It's incredibly sad, but more so because she can't have any visitors. There are no visitors allowed in the hospital at all. I've seen stories on the news where families visit loved ones through the windows at care centers, but she's on the seventh floor, so unless I get a helium balloon or start flappin' that's not going to happen. It's all so tragic and horrible.
Quarantine sucks.
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