My Dad rushed into hospital with Coronavirus

Hello again,

Lets have a looksy at the numbers before I write my depressing post....

Yesterday
Total world cases: 912,910-------------------73,279 increase
Total fatalities:  45,611------------------------4,219 increase
UK total: 29,474-------------------------------4,324 increase
UK Fatalities: 2,352---------------------------563 increase

Today
Total world cases: 1000,547-------------------87,637 increase
Total fatalities:  52,418-------------------------6,807 increase
UK total: 33,718---------------------------------4,244 increase
UK Fatalities: 2,921---------------------------  569 increase

So today has been another bad day.  Last night - just as I was getting up to go to bed, Andy got a call from my sister Joanne - she'd tried me but my phone was on silent - as soon as I saw my sister calling Andy I knew it had to be bad.     She told us that my folks had taken a turn for the worst and had seen a doctor who had checked their oxygen levels - my mums were fine but my dads were low.  They have both been really ill - although some days my mum said that she was a lot better.  My dads oxygen levels were checked again later on - and an ambulance was called.  He had been taken about 20 minutes before this phone call.  After I got off the phone to Joanne I called my mum but it was engaged - so I tried my dads mobile and he answered from inside the ambulance!  He was breathless - and couldn't really speak - so I just said - I love you Dad - and then he'd gone.  I was really upset - and shaking, fearing the worse.  I have read so much about how people ended up alone, not allowed visitors - and also dying.

I took my depressed self to bed, and had a bit of a cry. 

Today I went to work/training course - fully prepared to leave if I heard any bad news.  I then heard that my dad has a chest infection and a blood infection - and had been tested for the coronavirus.  It was a pretty crappy day sitting in this training course worrying about my Dad.  The day finally ended and I was driving home and a friggin pigeon flew into my windscreen when I was on the motorway driving at 70mph - it was such a massive thump - i saw it coming a split second before it hit but there was nothing I could do.  This was awful - upsetting!  It was obviously killed outright and I was left with a horrible smear....and I thought - wow things are pretty shit right now!

When I got home - I called my dad and he sounded crap.  He is breathing was not good - they had put him in a side room on his own, on oxygen and were barely checking on him, had not given him his usual medication - and he was NOT happy - obviously lonely, worried and fed up - and ill!  So after a lot of messing about - I finally got to talk to the nurse responsible for him who told me that they have to stay away from patients suspected of having the Coronavirus - I had a chat with him and asked him if he could explain this to my dad because he was obviously scared and lonely and thought that the staff were just avoiding him and he couldn't understand why. 

I was chatting and updating all my siblings on a group app - a little while later my brother spoke to my dad and apparently he was much happier and was getting some sleep.  I think we might find out tomorrow if he has the coronavirus - but it seems pretty certain that he does.  I spoke to my mum who again, says she is feeling a little better.  She told me that she felt so bad earlier in the week that she thought she was going to die. 

Everything is just so stressful lately! I can physically feel the stress....I keep feeling sick, and am struggling to eat, I feel like I have adrenaline going around my system all the time, and feel slightly out of breath, I am tired all the time and not sleeping properly. 

One more day to go on this course and then I'll get the weekend off. I just want to get to that point - where I can maybe relax a bit - depending on my Dads health obviously!

At 8pm hundreds of ppl came out onto their doorsteps to clap for the NHS - I missed it AGAIN because I was writing this blog!  I must admit - I wasn't feeling that charitable towards the NHS after my dad felt so neglected....he didn't get any reassurance or much care really....but putting it into perspective - they are all amazing and are doing a great job at a difficult time.