There is only one more mistake: Declaration

I have started using Another word: high risk. The Institute of Public Health rounds off the diagnoses, the tick mark and the ordinate, and I can put a cross on each one. And add a little.

I live with one in the high risk group. My husband has been locked up since March 11. Two trips to the regular office, right in the lab, only pregnant and the vitals had to come for blood tests. No one in the waiting room, directly again. The family doctor called, but it was not easy to remember everything we were asking ourselves.

Those who think I’m hysterical it just seems like it. Fortunately, there are not that many. A man laughed when I took a few steps back, surprisingly turned around and said it was not dangerous. It depends on who you have at home, I said. It got a little long in the mask.

After that I used the word high risk. Sorry, I have to be careful, I have a high risk one at home, I say when other clients look at me annoyed. I have to go out Buy food and pick up medicine at pharmacies. I take more precautions than most. I go away, I have my eyes on my neck and I step aside. Wash all products at Zalo, check all handles, frames and remote controls every day. Hand cream is everywhere, it goes beyond your hands.

Once The only opportunity I take advantage of may be when the little son of a bitch finds his way into my mucous membranes. Those who have been sick say that the worst was thinking about the infected. The company or meeting, when they themselves did not know they had the virus, to what they exposed others. Even those who tell when they thought they were going to die feel sorry for others. They have seen seriousness.

I may have none or mild symptoms. But for him I love it, it means intensive care unit and ventilator. He will not tolerate it. It has been a long time since he was in an intensive care unit for three weeks, floating between life and death. In the middle of the hospitalization, they emptied their lungs with two liters of water and called. I was close

After that, the comorbidities have come, one by one There have been hospital admissions and many new medications. He has been fighting. I admire him every day for the work he does that he takes all the time, takes good care of his health and does everything well. Should I the only chance I take to do all that to no avail? He is a man of great patience and humor. I doubt that the little virgin demon has a sense of humor.

He was carrying an old ergometer bicycle from the booth, which was meant to be put on Finn. He has used a district training offer that was perfect for him, but the groups are obviously canceled. He tries to do some exercises himself, cycle a bit, but I see how fast the muscle mass drops. It is sad to see, when so much effort was regularly used to maintain its function.

At first we both knew on symptoms I took my temperature several times a day. I finished that when I found out he was swinging. I am not hysterical, and I see every week that the health system is working. Distance and sink.

But then she who was so close to me In the drugstore laughing out loud and violently with his face in front of me, I imagined that the sunlight would have revealed all the little drops in the air. Or she, who passed me and breathed at the maximum heart rate, and I had strong headwinds.

I sneak down the shelves And reviewing each shift, be amazed by someone who gives full shine on all infection tips. Holding on, he staggers absorbed. Three wide, without any attention to other people. She, who doesn’t even see the strips on the floor at checkout, but loads the goods before I’m done putting mine on the treadmill.

In our little neighborhood We are 26 residential units. Of these, I know of three affected families. Families of young children, youth. They have never been so sick. A grandfather is dead. The infection is not here, they have it on their own edge. It can hit anyone. Neighbors keep their distance and show great respect. I am very grateful that adults have taught children to do the same.

We hear that we must care for the vulnerable. I think we should take care of everyone. We are not a society that divides those who we believe could die like us. Someone even said during this time of crisis, not directly to me, that the sick person will die anyway. They have not gotten sick or had anyone to be happy with, nor have they learned that medical research is advancing and that, therefore, infant mortality and women dying in childbearing are decreasing, and that life expectancy Average has increased from around 40 to over 80 years in Norway.

Recklessness is an unpleasant trait regardless of virus or not. Selfishness, self-esteem and self-glorification we see the effect of in the United States where more than 60,000 have died (with many dark figures) of a media clown who hates the media.

I can hit blank stand in line and take risks, don’t worry every time I go for a walk on a sunny Sunday with people everywhere. But what stops me is: once, it did. That my husband ends up in the intensive care unit. That I can’t even say goodbye.

The only mistake.

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