Covid: Ed called Sunday morning while I was on my walk. He borrowed a car and drove 30 minutes at 5 am to be tested. He waited hours. Only so many walk-up spots. Results in 20 min. Positive. Damn. (yes, he wiped down the car and left windows open)
Now what? The frat wanted him to leave, despite the fact that the first floor was all quarantine rooms. I think they just wanted to extricate the virus, and maybe leave rooms open for kids from California, etc.
Frat president: Can you go home?
If he came home, Coach couldn't work. I couldn't babysit. We would all get it. Fortunately, Ed has no symptoms. His roomie felt really tired one day, so he got tested on Saturday. Positive. Thus Ed testing.
We offered to pick him up and bring him to an extended stay hotel really close to home, or Mary Ann's house (hee hee). I could drop off food, etc. (at the hotel, not at Mary Ann's - she would probably call Amazon to say they delivered something to her by mistake. For once). We would drive the Great White and create a divider before the last row out of garbage bags and bed sheets (well over 6 feet from the driver), drive with windows down, masks on, etc.
Roomie left on Saturday evening. Spent one night at home, not far from us, then drove to his folks' lake house in Wisconsin to quarantine. Had the frat not encouraged him to leave (and just had him stay in a quarantine room), he would have waited for Ed and they could be there together.
The frat president feels bad about this, Roomie feels terrible about not waiting, and Ed feels like he is in a prison cell.
The quarantine hall is off of the kitchen, so someone yelled out while getting his meal last night: Hey lepers, or how are all the covid cases, or something along those lines.
Ed: It's coming for you!
Glad they are feeling well enough to keep a sense of humor.
Now that a few more buddies have tested positive, they might all drive to Roomie's lake house and quarantine together once they work out a car situation.
Apparently Roomie said they will need groceries and the nearest store that they could order and pick up from is 30 minutes away, so I will be putting a box of food out on my driveway for them to stop and grab on their way. Just don't share that info with the raccoons that always seem to be afoot when I least expect them. Food is my love language, or something, I guess, because I already have a box prepared and a list. I might make sloppy joe's later today. That shit feeds the masses and my kids are crazy about it.
|I might downsize the box the longer they stay at school waiting for a buddy with a car to get sick (well, that sounds shitty), because by the time they get to WI they won't need as much food. Ten days of quarantine.|
Tank: Can he stop here on his way to Wisconsin and spit in my glass of milk? (Tank wants to get it so he can get it over with, or have an excuse to miss school. Don't worry, he is NOT being careless, he just likes to make us laugh). Ed says he is very glad to get it now and be done with it. Not during finals, etc.
Most of the guys he knows have very few symptoms, a sign that the virus is weakening, mutating, or whatever - my sister the nurse explained this. A few guys have chills and fever. Ed did say a kid who had no symptoms ended up losing his senses of smell and taste after 5 days and that sucks. When we discussed that this might happen to him, we both recognized that it sounds like his appetite would be in tact so he wouldn't be wasting away.
I have not wigged out about this. It helps that he feels well, like totally normal. Personally I don't think the colleges should have opted to just e-learn. I wish my other kids' schools would welcome them back with restrictions in place.
I am glad Ed will have it out of the way. I am also glad that it will be in the 70s here today so that I can make food for he and his fellow positive test buddies.
Not trying to start a covid debate, and not planning to run out onto my driveway to hug my kid. A wave and a box of food will suffice.