Barbara Ellen logged off from work early today, struggling with an elephant sitting on her chest, making it hard to breathe, and a splitting headache. No fever, however, all day. Then, of course, there is the recent news of possibly no fever for three or four days in some Covid cases. Which she fears she has because of the aforementioned elephant. Time will tell.
At least she has no more back nor hip pain, thanks to Shawna, for a month now. But S. was not able to help improve BE’s breathing much even before the elephant arrived. Which limits the amount of oxygen in her blood. So we’ll wait and watch. She’s only in her mid-fifties, so she should otherwise be able to get through it. Fast as we can dose her with Resmedivir if needed.
UPDATE: BE tested negative for Covid, a few hours ago, at the minor emergency center on Far West Boulevard. They said her symptoms seemed fluish, which is likely since she failed to get a flu shot.
Made our hotel reservations the other day for our Amtrak trip to Oklahoma City on the 25th. From there we’ll drive a rental to Higgins, in the Texas Panhandle, to see and photograph Russ Wheat’s tombstone. Which we had planned to do back in March, until the Chinese Communist Party’s virus intervened.
Takes about three hours to drive it, but Bar and I will enliven the trip with talk. With her seven to five work schedule five days a week, we don’t get much chance of that.
UPDATE: Now it seems we have another couple that wants to go. My OCS classmate Charlie Button and his wife. We’re coordinating it.
Sad to say he and the Mrs. have tested positive for the Wuhan plague and have gone into immediate quarantine. She’s young and will likely get over it. He’s in his mid-70s and may not. And of course the usual scum are already wishing him dead.
UPDATE: And four days later, after several $3,000 doses of Remdesivir, he’s back in the White House. No word on her yet.
I was sorry to hear of my old Army friend Charles V. Waldron’s passing, but glad he was in hospice, as was my departed wife Mrs. Charm. I’m sure they took good care of him.
I knew Charles in basic, ait and OCS, plus as new platoon leaders in the Sixth Armored Cavalry Regiment at Fort Meade, Maryland, which included guarding President Nixon’s 1969 inauguration. In Vietnam we shared advisory assignments but at opposite ends of the country.
We met again at the Fort Benning reunion in 2003 where we shared a room and I learned of his COPD problem. I’ll remember him as being smarter about volunteering than me, when he missed out on shoveling coal into barracks boilers at Benning waiting for OCS to start. He tried to talk me into going Airborne but to no avail and we missed that one together. Grief is hard, even after years of it, but it does get easier, I told his widow. So take good care, I suggested, and you’ll see him again in your dreams.
And, as a well-wisher at his memorial page put it: He sees every tear and walks with you every step of the way. Couldn’t have said it better myself.
Hooked on this Netflix series. Mrs. Charm watched the first two seasons before and during chemotherapy. I paid no attention then, having previously spurned the film’s preceding book series by Diana Gabaldon as just a silly time-traveling romance. But I see now that I was short-sighted. I am quite the fan now, especially of the female lead Irish actress and Victoria’s Secret model Catriona Balfe. And not just for the nude scenes, rather more for the drama and the passion. No wonder Mrs. C. liked the story. Thank you, dear, for leading me to it.
UPDATE: Have begun reading the first book before moving on to season 2