Elder Son called last night to tell us he had COVID. He had felt hot at work yesterday and took his temperature, which was normal. But he kept feeling hot, then tired, and eventually had a nurse take his temp with an oral thermometer — more accurate than the light beam at the forehead — and it was 100.4. Swabs revealed he was negative for influenza and positive for COVID. He has no major underlying health conditions, thank FSM.
He is quarantined at home in the bedroom that has its own bath. No computer to keep himself amused, but he has his iPad. He is using this time off to read the FDA material released yesterday about the upcoming vaccine approval, which he will summarize for the medical staff. He plans to watch the FDA Vaccines and Related Biological Products Advisory Committee (VRBPAC) public meeting on Thursday.
He didn’t sound too worried about himself, being a stoic Scandinavian like his mom and dad. He did all the usual pre-death things like updating the beneficiary on his retirement account and getting his medical power of attorney set up months ago in anticipation of getting sick. Girlfriend will get tested on Friday; we all hope she is not sick, too.
I am trying to decide if this is more upsetting than in 2004 when I picked up his message on the answering machine saying that he was standing in the middle of Broadway (NYC) waiting to be arrested. Or when he told us in 2005 about being robbed at knife-point in Durban, South Africa. This is more serious.
Ironically, the medical staff would have gotten vaccinated with the new vaccine next week.
Edited to add: ES reports that he slept ten hours last night and feels much better today, Wednesday. He has always been a good sleeper. And rest is an important factor in healing.