Shopping in the time of COVID-19
Normally, dad and I would go shopping on Saturday morning. There was no way I was going shopping yesterday. And, since my wheezy cough has kicked in, there's no way I'm leaving the house this week.
(I found the CDC's website with its symptom checker a few days ago. At that time, I was in "stay home and rest" mode. I re-checked today and am now in "don't leave the house and call a doctor within 24 hours" mode. Uh...great. Better find the number for a tele-doc. Blue Cross just sent me an email about that. We'll see what tomorrow brings but I just might call.)
My timing has been off today. I stayed in bed 'til 8:30, which is late for me, only getting up because the news started listing schools and businesses that have known cases, and NCC was one of them. I reached out to Dr. K, who said it was someone in another building and he is fine, but when I told him I might be sick and mentioned my symptoms, he was like, whoa, that's textbook. ...Yeah, kinda.
While we do have food in the house, we could stand to go shopping. Apparently Jewel's website now tells you how busy their store is, or something, because dad said he checked the website and he was going to go. This was at about 8 o'clock tonight. He called to say the store wasn't busy at all, and what did we want him to pick up that wasn't on the list? My dad...isn't the most observant person. We'd ask for something, he'd say, oh, they don't have it...then would go, here it is! Sigh. That happened with Ice Mountain water and Honey Nut Cheerios. Mom had talked to grandma earlier today--right, I was eating lunch at 1 PM instead of noon because again, my timing's been off, so I didn't get on the phone--and grandma said she might take advantage of the senior-only hours at her Jewel on Tuesday. I know I would rather she not go shopping and stay home, so mom mentioned getting orange juice and butter for her. When we'd talked to grandma on Friday, there was a whole thing involving my uncle's roommate having gone shopping, not having offered to get anything for grandma beforehand (she called after she got home...convenient), and grandma asked if she could spare a square stick of butter; the roommate said no. Grandma got all up in arms over that. She's convinced the roommate is just plain mean and thoughtless and all that. I mean, I know what the roommate is like, and that colors my grandmother's feelings about her, but you're not in her kitchen, you're not in her fridge, maybe she doesn't even use butter; did you ever think about that? Or maybe she only uses tubs and you can't give someone some of that.
Our Jewel has no cheap paper plates. I told dad, people will use those in place of toilet paper. Seriously, dad, we have real plates. JUST USE THOSE. Now is not the time to waste paper. Especially since they don't have toilet paper. There also wasn't anything disinfectant, surprise surprise. Dad had made a comment, I think when I asked for cereal, that, oh, he and I could just buy stuff on Tuesday morning. Uh...you know I'm not leaving the house, right? Like, I may legit have this thing. I explained to Dr. K that when I breathe, it feels like when you walk outside when it's below zero. It's that sharp, stinging feeling in your lungs. It's above freezing--never mind that it snowed today, yay spring--and I had my bedroom window open for a bit today since I spent most of my day in there. It wasn't too cold for that. But yeah, my lungs aren't feeling great. Still no fever, though--98.6F this morning.
(I found the CDC's website with its symptom checker a few days ago. At that time, I was in "stay home and rest" mode. I re-checked today and am now in "don't leave the house and call a doctor within 24 hours" mode. Uh...great. Better find the number for a tele-doc. Blue Cross just sent me an email about that. We'll see what tomorrow brings but I just might call.)
My timing has been off today. I stayed in bed 'til 8:30, which is late for me, only getting up because the news started listing schools and businesses that have known cases, and NCC was one of them. I reached out to Dr. K, who said it was someone in another building and he is fine, but when I told him I might be sick and mentioned my symptoms, he was like, whoa, that's textbook. ...Yeah, kinda.
While we do have food in the house, we could stand to go shopping. Apparently Jewel's website now tells you how busy their store is, or something, because dad said he checked the website and he was going to go. This was at about 8 o'clock tonight. He called to say the store wasn't busy at all, and what did we want him to pick up that wasn't on the list? My dad...isn't the most observant person. We'd ask for something, he'd say, oh, they don't have it...then would go, here it is! Sigh. That happened with Ice Mountain water and Honey Nut Cheerios. Mom had talked to grandma earlier today--right, I was eating lunch at 1 PM instead of noon because again, my timing's been off, so I didn't get on the phone--and grandma said she might take advantage of the senior-only hours at her Jewel on Tuesday. I know I would rather she not go shopping and stay home, so mom mentioned getting orange juice and butter for her. When we'd talked to grandma on Friday, there was a whole thing involving my uncle's roommate having gone shopping, not having offered to get anything for grandma beforehand (she called after she got home...convenient), and grandma asked if she could spare a square stick of butter; the roommate said no. Grandma got all up in arms over that. She's convinced the roommate is just plain mean and thoughtless and all that. I mean, I know what the roommate is like, and that colors my grandmother's feelings about her, but you're not in her kitchen, you're not in her fridge, maybe she doesn't even use butter; did you ever think about that? Or maybe she only uses tubs and you can't give someone some of that.
Our Jewel has no cheap paper plates. I told dad, people will use those in place of toilet paper. Seriously, dad, we have real plates. JUST USE THOSE. Now is not the time to waste paper. Especially since they don't have toilet paper. There also wasn't anything disinfectant, surprise surprise. Dad had made a comment, I think when I asked for cereal, that, oh, he and I could just buy stuff on Tuesday morning. Uh...you know I'm not leaving the house, right? Like, I may legit have this thing. I explained to Dr. K that when I breathe, it feels like when you walk outside when it's below zero. It's that sharp, stinging feeling in your lungs. It's above freezing--never mind that it snowed today, yay spring--and I had my bedroom window open for a bit today since I spent most of my day in there. It wasn't too cold for that. But yeah, my lungs aren't feeling great. Still no fever, though--98.6F this morning.