The diagnoses were confirmed: four of us in the household tested positive for COVID-19. Mowgli, being asymptomatic, was not tested.
We contemplated the source of the infection, given our limited exposure to anyone outside the house. It doesn’t matter; we weren’t going anywhere.
When the symptoms first appeared, we acted to isolate ourselves from each other. We donned masks in the common areas. Everyone retreated to their rooms. Mike settled at his desk in the den during the day, sleeping on the couch at night.
Meals were often carry-out from local restaurants and then carry-out to the bedrooms. We were living in a boarding house.
As seniors, Mike and I are the highest at risk but experienced mild symptoms. ED and Blue Boy suffered more seriously although functioned throughout the course of the illness. We are thankful for the minimal impact, aware of the death of a neighbor and the hospitalization of a close friend.
The diagnoses allowed us to loosen our restrictions. Mike moved back to the bedroom. We enjoyed a meal together.
While isolated in my room, I am continuously entertained by Mowgli in the room above me. The noise that irritates in the night is forgotten as I enjoy Mowgli’s robust laughter during the day.
Living together increased our chances of infection but allowed us to care for each other: making tea, arranging meals. This multi-generational arrangement supported our sense of family.