Last week I questioned my husband about why he was going to keep his in-person appointment with his primary care physician instead of having a virtual appointment. He informed me that he's been having chest pain, numbness and a shooting pain in his left arm, slight feeling of nausea and headaches off and on for 3 months!! He kept the appointment and was sent to our local hospital, which takes COVID patients, to have a nuclear stress test. Two days later he saw a cardiologist and has a cath procedure scheduled for Monday at the same hospital.
I'm not just fearful, I'm terrified for him. If they can't get the cath in through his arm and have to do it in his groin, he may have to spend the night. If they have to put in a stent/stents, he may have to spend the night or longer. If he has to have bypass surgery, it could be many nights. I can't go in with him. I can't visit him. I can't be there if he had a bad reaction, a heart attack, and/or is dying. One week ago, this wasn't on our personal horizon. But it can be on any of our horizons in a nano second! Maybe not heart but something else could see us, or someone we love, having to be in the midst of a pandemic hospital.
I am angry right now. No. I've been angry. I blame all those who are so "me centric" that they have turned our state (and others) into a red state and our home area in Charleston the "epicenter." I blame our governor for re-opening too soon and not declaring mandatory mask wearing. I blame those who just have to go out to bars, restaurants, the beaches, stores, and on vacation. What's wrong with us (i am including myself) that we can't be inconvenienced for the sake of others as well as ourselves?
So yeah, I'll take being one of "the fearful crowd" now.