Back in December, Countess and I both caught the H1N1 flu at the Christmas village held at a local brewery on December 1st (at least that is the best time match). The average incubation period from exposure to symptoms is 5 days. There were 100s of people there eating meals and strolling around. Countess was still smoking then and had trouble breathing on the 8th and went to the hospital for 4 days. Without her presence, I got severely dehydrated, didn’t eat, and developed DVTs in my legs. I was in the hospital from the 10th-20th, and discharged into an unbelievably bad nursing facility. I was able to escape after one day with help from Countess, a new friend, and a helpful Uber driver.
This really forced me to reevaluate my living situation. It was almost a month for Countess to bounce back. With help from a home health care agency, I was able to safely resume my normal activities in a couple weeks, but it was clear to me that this condo is inadequate to deal with issues, even with Countess here and not sick.
I put a deposit down today on a small 2 BR apartment in Pineville at a 55+ retirement community, about 5 miles away. They have a 24/7 front desk, a van to take people to the nearby mall, grocery stores, doctors offices, etc. They have home health workers, visiting doctors, pedicure person, and a dining room.
As of today, it seems very likely Countess will not join me there. This has to be done. I came way too close to death to just sit around and do nothing.
It seems highly likely my application will be approved, and then I have to organize my departure from the condo and Countess, probably next week. No matter what, I should be able to access the Internet, using my T-Mobile hotspot, so I should still be around, albeit distracted by meeting new old people, learning how to play bingo, and learning proper drooling techniques. Medicare lingers 18 months in the distance.