thanks, y'all.
saw mama today. not dad. dad was resting. mama's not feeling so great, either, but...yard work, allergies, etc. honestly, in addition to (or..besides?) covid, there's lots of reasons for anyone to fall (relatively mildly) ill, I think.
mama had one of those new style thermometers, the ones that don't make physical contact. her temperature wasn't in the official "you're sick" range, but she usually runs low, so it kinda was (?), I suppose. same here, actually. 99.1 , both of us. ugh. meanwhile, dad was resting with a -bona fide- (albeit, low grade, I think) fever, so...ugh.
not trying to be snarky and all, so forgive the tone. I love my parents, I do. I just...don't want to live in perpetual doom and gloom, fear, etc. fevers came and went pre-covid. mostly, that pattern continues. even with a positive test result (dad gets tested tomorrow, I think...praying, of course), most people do OK. many are even completely asymptomatic, which...good for them, probably not the best situation for those around them. -eek-
i guess I'm also dealing with the realization -- and this is a side note, of course -- that my parents and I have only recently, and only by God's grace, entered the land of forgiveness and reconciliation. sometimes, when I'm more cognizant of the situation, the interactions...I feel as if I'm on shaky ground, honestly. blah.
ok. back to the situation at hand. dad's sick. he's otherwise in good health, non-smoker, no daily maintenance health meds or anything. good, good, good. he's also already officially retired, but easing out (long story, kind of odd situation, to me anyway), so -thankfully- , he has insurance, they have resources, and even if he needs to take time off...
they're --not-- made of money, but it'll be OK, basically. that's not to brag or anything. if i had to work, id be in one of the many, many, many jobs where even a brief illness could = 'find yourself a job somewhere else!,' so...
counting my blessings, and their blessings, too. out loud. lol.
thanks again, y'all.
