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my dude came out this weekend. just… he’s been isolated, we’ve been isolated… i wanted fancy dinner and i wanted to cook a venison backstrap that’s getting freezerburned in our freezer… so he came out.
we could pretend, for a night, that everything was normal, and we were just hanging out for a weekend. I even managed to forget that it wasn’t normal.
as he was preparing to leave, he asked when i thought i’d come home. i said i wasn’t sure.
(my real thought is, they’re thinking at the hospital that Shit is going to Get Real this week. Thusfar, Dr. Friend can say with confidence that while they’re just masking all the time and treating everyone as positive [as he personally has been doing for a month now], the coronavirus patients are not coming to his area of the hospital at all, now. [he’s in the area with the operating rooms, as you’d expect.] Next week, however, as things up here are likely to peak, that may change. He and I spoke frankly about what would happen then. He said, if I think I’ve been exposed, I may not come home again, there are other places I can go. I said we could probably isolate within the house; there’s a bedroom in the basement, and if he called us and told us to prepare that, we could, and he could spend most of his time there, and we’d keep the kids to the back of the house while he did things like showering and such. he said he’d seen photos of other doctors talking to their kids through the glass door of their house, and he didn’t want that but he’d do it if that was what the situation warranted. He’d earlier laughed that he’s already started semi-isolating years ago, his kids won’t kiss him on the face because he’s too scratchy, they kiss him on the arm and think it’s funny. His son, not having heard the conversation, came in just then and kissed him on the ear. It was very cute.)
My dude looked solemn, and said, “well, don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but you’re useful here,” which was very typical of him in that he genuinely did mean it that way, he was trying to tell me that I don’t need to worry about him being lonely or scared without me, I should stay here because if I’m here I can help one kid focus on workbooks while the other one does the required online coursework, and absent that, the younger kid has to literally be locked in her bedroom in order for the older kid to be allowed to work on the computer. And especially if Dr. Friend has to isolate from them, there’s going to be absolutely no other way to do the coursework; as it is, he intends to help but is forever needing to do other things.
(He did a liver transplant the other night starting at 2am, did I mention that? That was Friday night.)
(There’s a potential donor perhaps being taken off life support in one of the outlying townships, but he goes off call in 8 more hours so it possibly won’t be his problem.)
Anyway, I’m here another week at least probably.
my dude came out this weekend. just… he’s been isolated, we’ve been isolated… i wanted fancy dinner and i wanted to cook a venison backstrap that’s getting freezerburned in our freezer… so he came out.
we could pretend, for a night, that everything was normal, and we were just hanging out for a weekend. I even managed to forget that it wasn’t normal.
as he was preparing to leave, he asked when i thought i’d come home. i said i wasn’t sure.
(my real thought is, they’re thinking at the hospital that Shit is going to Get Real this week. Thusfar, Dr. Friend can say with confidence that while they’re just masking all the time and treating everyone as positive [as he personally has been doing for a month now], the coronavirus patients are not coming to his area of the hospital at all, now. [he’s in the area with the operating rooms, as you’d expect.] Next week, however, as things up here are likely to peak, that may change. He and I spoke frankly about what would happen then. He said, if I think I’ve been exposed, I may not come home again, there are other places I can go. I said we could probably isolate within the house; there’s a bedroom in the basement, and if he called us and told us to prepare that, we could, and he could spend most of his time there, and we’d keep the kids to the back of the house while he did things like showering and such. he said he’d seen photos of other doctors talking to their kids through the glass door of their house, and he didn’t want that but he’d do it if that was what the situation warranted. He’d earlier laughed that he’s already started semi-isolating years ago, his kids won’t kiss him on the face because he’s too scratchy, they kiss him on the arm and think it’s funny. His son, not having heard the conversation, came in just then and kissed him on the ear. It was very cute.)
My dude looked solemn, and said, “well, don’t take this the wrong way or anything, but you’re useful here,” which was very typical of him in that he genuinely did mean it that way, he was trying to tell me that I don’t need to worry about him being lonely or scared without me, I should stay here because if I’m here I can help one kid focus on workbooks while the other one does the required online coursework, and absent that, the younger kid has to literally be locked in her bedroom in order for the older kid to be allowed to work on the computer. And especially if Dr. Friend has to isolate from them, there’s going to be absolutely no other way to do the coursework; as it is, he intends to help but is forever needing to do other things.
(He did a liver transplant the other night starting at 2am, did I mention that? That was Friday night.)
(There’s a potential donor perhaps being taken off life support in one of the outlying townships, but he goes off call in 8 more hours so it possibly won’t be his problem.)
Anyway, I’m here another week at least probably.
