Buck’s oxygen level dipped to 60.
I was furious today. I am Covid-positive and I have symptoms, but I still need to manage our home. Buck needs medical attention, but there are no hospitals. I am very tired, but I need to keep moving, physically and mentally, to keep my family together during this ordeal.
My kids are smart and helpful, but they can only do so much. It makes me more angry that I cannot express my anger. I am angry that I cannot hug my children. I feel helpless. I hate feeling helpless.
I posted on Facebook about our family’s situation. There should be no shame in being Covid-positive. Friends and family sent me messages of support. Some of them shared their own Covid experiences. Help came in the form of food, groceries, books, and prayers. I ended the day with a feeling of immense gratefulness.