In a frustrating twist of fate, dad has also developed a bad cough that’s given him two bad nights and a bit of breathlessness. Neither of us think it will be covid but we can’t be 100% sure and he might need antibiotic treatment. He’s not bedbound or anything, but it’s still debilitating.
Mum is still doing well, but won’t be discharged until next week now. It seems to be a thing: if you’re still there on Friday, no one with any authority to discharge you sees you until Monday. As things stand she’s in the safest place. I can’t bring her home until we know Dad won’t infect her.
Feeling stuck between a rock and a hard place, so asked Richard to help out by phoning 111 and asking for advice. I think we need to get dad tested and seen to ASAP. In the meantime I’m going to brave a trip to Sainsbury’s…
2022 and all that 