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OldGriswold said:Last week my son (three at the end of May) was sick - vomiting into his hands and telling me he needed to "spit out the yuckies". Obviously, I took care of him over the course of two days and two nights (my wife is an essential worker, and also vomit is probably her biggest fear).
Any road, a couple of things made my "day":
1. Last week, I found myself remembering a lot of times when my own father looked after me when I was sick. Made me continue to appreciate what a loving father he was/is, and I was able to share the memory with him (WhatsApp), and tell him I love and appreciate him. He was touched (at least I think he was, he has a weird WhatsApp communication style full of hyphens)
2. Today, I wasn't feeling too hot. My stomach hurt, and I felt nauseous. My almost-3 told me: "I'll rub your belly daddy and you'll feel better, okay?" Even though I didn't feel better physically, I definitely felt better emotionally. When he asked did it help I told him "yes" and he said "you helped me daddy and I help you". I'll admit, I got something in my eye.
All in all, two lovely memories in the midst of a lot of worries. Thank you, world.
So I had some pretty major pain in my chest so I went to hospital. Got checked up. Apparently the X-ray came back and I had a minor lung infection. They knew it wasn’t Covid but said they were forcing to admit me until all tests confirmed I didn’t have it. They said anyone who comes in with lung issues gets tested. I was like ok. This sucks. 2 days in the hospital but gotta be responsible. So of course after 2 boring horrible days in the hospital I get negative and discharged and then the bill comes...I’m like what? You forced admitted me? Plus the government here said they were covering the costs for Covid. They said nope. Only confirmed cases..I was livid but luckily have insurance. If I didn’t I probably would have lost it.