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Dangerous moves
2020-Mar-22, Sunday 21:40
I went out to the suburbs yesterday to help my sister ![[instagram.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/profile_icons/instagram.png)
wanderluster_kp put most of her possessions in storage. She's taken a spot in a year-long veterinary oncology fellowship in Colorado, and while she's not entirely sure how all of that is going to shake out with the current plague occurring--since people in the fellowship need a certain number of hours and a lot of non-essential surgeries are being cancelled even for vets, they might need to stay on longer to get enough hours--but she thinks her current job can keep her on a bit longer if necessary. So, she's sticking with the plan as it is now.
I was a bit worried about going, because my father is 67 and my mother is 69 and most of the people with coronavirus are asymptomatic carriers. But, there really wasn't a good option here. Either I go, risk that I am infected, and risk infecting my family, or I don't go and risk that my father or sister or both will get injured while moving a bunch of heavy furniture and have to go to the hospital, where they'll probably be exposed anyway. The timing was just bad all around. My sister hired movers to help on the Michigan side, but I don't think that would have worked here--I have another friend who was supposed to move during the lockdown and her movers are suspending all operations until it's over.
But it's done now, and I'm home and listening to my wood-wick candle burn as I sit in front of the fire.
My parents sent me home with a giant amount of food, including three pounds of salmon and a bunch of frozen soup and chill from their basement freezer. They make huge meals and freeze most of it, so I got to be the beneficiary of it. Guess it's soup and bread for lunch tomorrow!
wanderluster_kp put most of her possessions in storage. She's taken a spot in a year-long veterinary oncology fellowship in Colorado, and while she's not entirely sure how all of that is going to shake out with the current plague occurring--since people in the fellowship need a certain number of hours and a lot of non-essential surgeries are being cancelled even for vets, they might need to stay on longer to get enough hours--but she thinks her current job can keep her on a bit longer if necessary. So, she's sticking with the plan as it is now.I was a bit worried about going, because my father is 67 and my mother is 69 and most of the people with coronavirus are asymptomatic carriers. But, there really wasn't a good option here. Either I go, risk that I am infected, and risk infecting my family, or I don't go and risk that my father or sister or both will get injured while moving a bunch of heavy furniture and have to go to the hospital, where they'll probably be exposed anyway. The timing was just bad all around. My sister hired movers to help on the Michigan side, but I don't think that would have worked here--I have another friend who was supposed to move during the lockdown and her movers are suspending all operations until it's over.
But it's done now, and I'm home and listening to my wood-wick candle burn as I sit in front of the fire.
My parents sent me home with a giant amount of food, including three pounds of salmon and a bunch of frozen soup and chill from their basement freezer. They make huge meals and freeze most of it, so I got to be the beneficiary of it. Guess it's soup and bread for lunch tomorrow!
