It has been two weeks since I was admitted to the Sturdy Memorial Hospital in Attleboro, Massachusetts. When I got there, they took three vials of blood for tests, then after the admission process, I was put in a private room because I had tested positive for Covid. I did not know they were going to do that test. So I changed to a hospital gown, got in bed and had IV's in both arms. The right one was a slow drip of something that would counteract covid--took 10 hours to drip and I had two of those. The other arm was for something that I don't remember. I was able to eat the simple meals they provided.
The nursing staff was very helpful and I had excellent care. They checked on me frequently and I was able to nap that afternoon.
I met a doctor on Wednesday afternoon and he said I was to stay overnight. He had had covid and was not going to let me out early. I did not like that idea, but could not do anything about it. He mentioned I may have to stay a couple of days.
Thursday morning I woke up and was feeling OK and had breakfast. The nurses checked on me and put another drip bag on my right arm. In the early afternoon, a different doctor saw me and said I could leave that afternoon. She made me happy and I looked forward to being released. When the IVs were removed I had bruises on both arms and found one on the back of my left arm. This must have happened when I fainted. These took about 10 days to disappear.
I was discharged at 5:00 PM. Henry came and got me. He could not come in the hospital, so I had to be wheeled to the entrance and got in the car there.
Henry and Sara got a test kit from a pharmacy and they were both covid positive, as well as Mr. Fukumoto. The pastor of the church at which Henry preached had booked hotel rooms for our family and Mr. Fukumoto who was with us. We stayed there Thursday night. On Friday, Henry took Sara and Yuki to the airport. Sara was going to Maryland and Yuki back to Japan. That went smoothly.
Henry and I moved into the church's prophet's chamber in Friday and we stayed there for about a week, then went to meetings we had scheduled in Maine.
Through it all, God was so good in taking care of us and people praying for us. It is truly a blessing to serve Him.
