And girls.
I found out today that my grandfather in Portugal that we were supposed to go see in two weeks passed away this morning. He wasn't doing well for a while but it doesn't make it better. Doesn't sound like it was COVID related, but it sounds like he had a heart attack. He was eating his breakfast this morning, suddenly stopped chewing, and fell face first into his plate. Pronounced dead at the scene by the paramedics. This is a man, whom along with his wife, brought my father and my three aunts to the US in search of bigger and better opportunities without any of them speaking a word of English. He worked at a leather factory for 6, sometimes 7 days a week to make ends meet while my grandmother stayed home with all of their kids.
I'd say he and my grandmother did a hell of a job. My one aunt became an accountant and started a family here. My 2nd aunt married an electrician and was able to retire to Florida when he was 60 and she was 50. My 3rd aunt married a financial adviser and started a family here. Lastly, my father is a Harvard grad and continues to practice as a doctor in the same community he grew up in, got married, and well, here I am.
I had hoped that he would hold on until the pandemic blew over, but not going and seeing him one more time is going to weigh heavy on me for a while.
To add onto everything else, outside of a couple of bouts of norovirus, I don't think I've ever physically felt worse. Started with muscle aches Thursday night, went to sleep thinking nothing of it, woke up the next morning still feeling a bit sore, but nothing that stopped me from taking my son around the neighborhood for a nice long walk. Later that night, I started to have the same body aches, but now also with chills, a fever (101.5 F), and a pounding headache.
The days and nights since then have been hell. I can't get my fever down below 100 F, and even with taking Tylenol, the fever comes back full force 6, sometimes 4 hours later along with the chills. The pulsating headache persists 24/7, no matter what. I've been absolutely miserable. If I don't have COVID, I don't know what the hell I have. I did get tested Saturday and am waiting on the results which should be in tomorrow, Friday the latest. I'm not exaggerating when I say that I've never been this miserable for such an extended period of time.
I'm just feeling really sad and helpless right now. My wife is doing her best to care for me from a distance but she also has our son to worry about. I'm sorry that I'm putting this all here, but I don't know what else to do.
TLDR: my grandfather passed away and I might have COVID
I found out today that my grandfather in Portugal that we were supposed to go see in two weeks passed away this morning. He wasn't doing well for a while but it doesn't make it better. Doesn't sound like it was COVID related, but it sounds like he had a heart attack. He was eating his breakfast this morning, suddenly stopped chewing, and fell face first into his plate. Pronounced dead at the scene by the paramedics. This is a man, whom along with his wife, brought my father and my three aunts to the US in search of bigger and better opportunities without any of them speaking a word of English. He worked at a leather factory for 6, sometimes 7 days a week to make ends meet while my grandmother stayed home with all of their kids.
I'd say he and my grandmother did a hell of a job. My one aunt became an accountant and started a family here. My 2nd aunt married an electrician and was able to retire to Florida when he was 60 and she was 50. My 3rd aunt married a financial adviser and started a family here. Lastly, my father is a Harvard grad and continues to practice as a doctor in the same community he grew up in, got married, and well, here I am.
I had hoped that he would hold on until the pandemic blew over, but not going and seeing him one more time is going to weigh heavy on me for a while.
To add onto everything else, outside of a couple of bouts of norovirus, I don't think I've ever physically felt worse. Started with muscle aches Thursday night, went to sleep thinking nothing of it, woke up the next morning still feeling a bit sore, but nothing that stopped me from taking my son around the neighborhood for a nice long walk. Later that night, I started to have the same body aches, but now also with chills, a fever (101.5 F), and a pounding headache.
The days and nights since then have been hell. I can't get my fever down below 100 F, and even with taking Tylenol, the fever comes back full force 6, sometimes 4 hours later along with the chills. The pulsating headache persists 24/7, no matter what. I've been absolutely miserable. If I don't have COVID, I don't know what the hell I have. I did get tested Saturday and am waiting on the results which should be in tomorrow, Friday the latest. I'm not exaggerating when I say that I've never been this miserable for such an extended period of time.
I'm just feeling really sad and helpless right now. My wife is doing her best to care for me from a distance but she also has our son to worry about. I'm sorry that I'm putting this all here, but I don't know what else to do.
TLDR: my grandfather passed away and I might have COVID