Hey folks. Sorry to have disappeared for a while. The last coupke weeks have been awful.

My wife tested positive for Covid 19.

A thread....

My wife runs an after school program during the school year. Like most schools, hers was closed from March through the end of the year.

However, as things “got better” in our area, the school decided to open for camp over the summer.

We were concerned but it’s also hard to turn down a paycheck.

My wife asked lots of questions before accepting the role at camp. The person running the school was clearly a Covid skeptic — but had put measures in place to placate the camp families.

At first, there wasn’t a mask mandate, but that changed as soon as one camper got sick.

Of course, very few people knew there was a camper infected. Everything was hush-hush.

Skip ahead... several staff members tested positive. The person running camp kept everything under wraps... it was a disaster.

My wife — who is SUPER careful (always wears a mask, stays outside, distanced from everyone...) was not aware of the rash of infections.

About 3 days later, she felt like she had a sinus infection. We did teledoc, got her some antibiotics and she rested. 2 days later, she lost her taste and smell. Uh-oh.

She went to get tested. She let the camp know. That’s when she found out the several people at camp were sick.

Her test took 8 days to come back. She mostly isolated during that time. The test came back positive.

We went into hyperdrive.

My parents live with me. I took them with me to get tested. All four of my kids got tested as well.

I then moved my parents into a hotel.

Skip ahead.... 8 days later, we all came back negative, thank goodness. Crisis averted.

But not really. No one talks about the financial toll (missing work, hotel costs, extreme cleaning products, etc).

No one talks about the emotional toll... the stress is overwhelming.

The thought that we might have infected my parents was devastating. The fear in my kids of the unknown. The guilt in telling anyone we’d be in contact withthe past week (which was only my brother and his daughter, but that alone weighed heavily).

Sleepless nights. It was awful.

My wife had very few symptoms. We were lucky.

My family feels almost like we’ve all had PTSD. They’re all still feeling the effects.

My daughter has a cough. She might have been a false negative. She’s been quarantining for the past week.

I’m thankful we escaped without more severe consequences. I’m thankful my wife didn’t suffer. I’m thankful my parents and kids didn’t have to suffer through this awful disease. Im thankful for my health.

I’m angry, too. Angry that someone in authority at my wife’s place of employment didn’t take this seriously and endangered my family.

Angry that there are still people who willing to roll the dice with my life and the lives of my wife, parents and kids.

I’m angry that we had to go through this, needlessly.

I’m angry that my wife was lied to.

I’m angry about the stress this put on my family.

I’m angry about the lack of leadship in controlling this virus.

I’m angry about the deniers.

I’m asking you now, if you plan to comment to convince me this is all a hoax or not as bad as the media is making it out, please don’t. Go post that crap on your own timeline, not this one. I will delete it and block you. I’m done tolerating that compliance of ignorance.

One last thing: I am grateful for this community. I’m grateful for your kind words and support.

I don’t want this post to be a pity party. I’m okay.

I’m hoping it serves as a warning. We’ve been SUPER careful — and the disease still got in my house. Please be vigilant.