Welp, it's official. My nearly 4 year streak is probably over. My mom and sis, who I've spent 24/7 with the last 3 days, are very sick and tested positive for COVID today.
My sis has been vomiting once every so often randomly for the past 2 months, so we didn't even think twice when she got sick Christmas Eve. She had gone to the Dr for it and he said it was allergies (?!). On Christmas Day, she felt nauseated and was coughing. But she vapes constantly and smokes sometimes and is generally in very bad health and coughs constantly, so we didn't think twice about her symptoms. Honestly, she seemed pretty normal until Christmas Day. The day after Christmas, she said she was feeling better (?), so we thought it was a one-off health issue she was having, as usual.
But today she felt much much worse and had a sore throat, fever, chills, the works, and tested herself finally. Positive!
My mom also had a sore throat and was coughing/sneezing and felt terrible, so she tested too. Positive!
So far my dad is negative, knock on wood. I don't know how long that can last, though. We have been stuck together like glue all through the holidays, and I got an Aranet CO2 monitor for Christmas, and it says our air quality is pretty bad -- 1300 ppm CO2 or so inside the house, without any windows or doors open. Sometimes good window and door seals and insulation is a bad thing...
I feel totally fine - I'll test once I get any symptoms at all. We don't have that many tests in stores here anymore so I hate wasting them. And I wear my N95 mask everywhere (even in the house now, when I leave my room!) and am the only able bodied person left to take care of my mom, dad, and sis and the household, so it doesn't actually matter if I'm positive right now or not - I'm gonna be the one doing everything since I am the only one able to.
If I'm supposed to go somewhere (like my friend's house on Saturday - Monday for New Year's Eve fun) or I start feeling ill, I'll pop open a test for sure. Right now I have both of my room windows open and I use the bathroom in my parents' room (my mom is sleeping on the couch since my dad is bedridden with his cancer - my mom will be using the main house bathroom).
With my mom and sis down, I'm the sole caregiver to my dad, sis, AND mom right now. Whew. When I say I'm glad I didn't have kids/a family of my own -- the gratefulness is just re-emphasized during times like this. I cannot imagine trying to do this every day for decades. I'm also trying to do my 8+ hours of PhD and job work on top of the caregiving duties.
It's a lot, but as an ADHD person, this is when I'm at my BEST - emergency situations or where I'm needed is where I shine. I like being super useful to the people I love the most, and that is a really powerful motivation.
Once the news hit, I immediately sprung into action, going to the pharmacy (of course in my N95) to stock up on everything we'd need for a few days or so. My sis is staying at her apartment now, so I got a bunch of stuff to drop off at her place, along with all of her Christmas gifts. I took out the trash, monitored the CO2, sanitized all common surfaces, made my mom and dad dinner and dessert, did the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, fetched them their meds and OJ and ginger ale and water, and also got some work done! That's more than I've managed to do in 1 day in months, probably.
In some ways, it feels like we've practiced for this for nearly 4 years. In the early days of COVID, when I was taking my dad to his chemo appointments (our only foray out of the house to inside spaces), we separated the bathrooms, sleeping arrangements, and care-taking duties similarly. Dad and I took the primary bathroom, mom slept on the couch, I slept in my old childhood bedroom, Dad slept in the primary bedroom where he spends 99% of his time. Back then, Mom would cook for us and deliver the meals to our bedroom doors. This time, I've got full rein of the kitchen, which I've declared a clean space. Mom gets the living room and main bathroom. Unfortunately, I have to go past the main bathroom and living room to get to the kitchen, but I wear my N95 every time I leave my room, and luckily my childhood bedroom and the primary bedroom and bathroom are at the same end of the house and close to one another so Dad and I are relatively (?) isolated from infectious Mom down the hall in the living room.
In NZ, my flatmate had COVID and we separated our forays into the only bathroom and kitchen by texting each other when we had to use it. We stayed in our bedrooms except for when we needed to grab deliveries, make food, or use the bathroom. I avoided it this way once. I don't think I'll be as lucky this time but we'll see how the next few days go. As long as I'm still feeling OK, I'll be doing all of the caretaking, cleaning, chores, errands, etc., around here. I'm just grateful that I was here when my family got COVID finally, so I can take care of them. If I were in NZ right now, I'd feel so guilt-ridden!! Esp because no one would be around to take care of my dad right now. Even if my mom masked up, she feels so terrible she can't leave the couch and has been sleeping all day.
Crossed fingers and toes and all the things!