One Friday afternoon, some weeks back, I heard Jerry return
from work. He was frantic and tore through the house like a mini
tornado. He was opening cupboards, the fridge, pouring water and then
milk into his eyes.
I could not make any sense of what had happened other than
him repeating like a mantra: the pain, the pain, you have to get me to a
doctor.
As I drove him to Medicross, I finally discovered he had
gotten sanitizer (ours also contains antiseptic) into his eyes and the pain was
such that he was convinced that he would lose his sight.
All I could think was “the last place I want to be is a
medical facility with Covid-19 flying around!”
He was immediately seen by a doctor, who put anesthetic
drops in his eyes to dull the pain and then drops to ensure his corneas were
not damaged.
The doctor then prescribes eye drops which Jerry proceeds
to SQUEEZE into his eyes, as he is craving relief from the pain.
We get home and Jerry is yet again frantic and beside
himself with pain in his eyes! I get him into the car and off we go to Sandton
Clinic and yet again I’m thinking – COVID ALERT!! I don’t want to be in these
places!
As it was not our regular doctor, we realize that the eye drops
contained cortisone to which Jerry is allergic and he was experiencing a major
allergic reaction.
I drop him off at emergency, park and proceed to go through
the rigmarole of having my temperature taken, filling in details, etc.
I find a quiet corner to sit in with no one else about and
think I am safe. The receptionist informs me, that I need to move, as I may not
sit there, I must join the others in the waiting room and in my mind I’m like
– there is not sufficient space between these people. I’m thinking
– Oh my word – this is a COVID den and here I am sitting with these people that
touch the doors with their hands, use the same pen as the receptionist, touch
the clip board and then use the sanitizer that everyone else has used.
Then I hear the nurse say to the lady next to me – please
fill in everyone you have been in contact with as we are admitting him for
Covid. I nearly jumped out of my chair. My mind was SCREAMING – COVID and you
are sitting next to her!!! ARGH!!!
BREATHE JEAN, BREATHE – as my rational brain kicks in, I
realise the nurse needs the info as they want to admit her husband and will
test him for Covid. My shattered nerves!
They washed Jerry’s eyes for about an hour and then let him
go home. Off to the emergency pharmacy to fill a script for pain killers, and
voila – the pharmacy is closed – now what!! Luckily we had some painkillers
left over from his fall and he was able to rest an recuperate.
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