Scary Times

We had a bit of a scare in our family on Saturday.

Mike was sick.

Like, really sick.

Fever, with clammy sweats, serious dizziness and a couple of other symptoms.

In fact, we were asked to wait outside (like outside of the building altogether) until they called us on the phone to come in.

Then, when it was time for him to go in to be seen by the doctor, I was not allowed in.

Now...

I am a master at going to the doctor or hospital with people.

Like, it's pretty much a talent of mine.

I am strong and on-point in these situations, until it hits me days later that I was actually worried and frightened and anxious.

That is another story, though...

But, to have to leave him at the doctor's office...

That was a whole new level of "bad feelings."

I was sad.

I felt guilty.

I felt helpless.

I felt selfish.

I felt scared.

I felt out of control.

I texted him like every ten dang minutes, asking for an update.

I allowed ALL the thoughts to go through my head:

"What if he has COVID and I can't see him for weeks?"
"What if he has to stay there and I can't be there to comfort him?"

"How hard is it to break-in to the damn hospital?"
"T did it! So can I!"

"How do I help him through this?"
"But for reals, I could probably scale the outside of the hospital and break in..."

He was the calm one.

Like usual.

He assured me that everything was fine.

And, it was.

I picked him up a couple of hours later.

But, this COVID thing is for real.

I cannot imagine the pain and agony that patients and their loved ones have gone through in not being able to see each other, hear each other, touch each other...

This is a hard, hard time in our world.

My compassion grew about a thousand fold on Saturday for those who are experiencing this stuff first-hand.

And, I'm still pretty sure I could scale that hospital if needed....