I was supposed be in Bismarck for crisis training this morning. Instead, I took my husband to the emergency department. He'd been up since 1am with extreme diarrhea and vomiting. He was so week, he fell on the way to the bathroom. I was able to get him up and told him I was taking him to the hospital. He didn't argue.
Diagnosis: Covid with dehydration. They kept him until 1030 to get his nausea under contol and get a bag of fluids in him.
He's been sleeping since we got home, except to take his nighttime meds (Paxlovid).
This is the 2nd time he's had Covid; The first was October 30th. This
one is way worse than the first time. I'm keeping an eye on him, and myself too. Fingers crossed.
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