I have two things on my mind this morning: Covid-19 and road rage.
Recently I watched a movie titled Unhinged with Russell Crowe. He’s always been one of my favorite actors, but this movie was quite different, and his character was surprising. In a nutshell, he goes psycho on a woman who blares her horn at him at a green light. Needless to say, the encounter turns into the worst day this woman has ever had, and all because she exhibited a little road rage by blasting her horn on the man to reiterate that she didn’t agree with him stopping at a green light. It’s extreme and horrifying.
This leads into yesterday morning, which was a bit of a mess for me. The night prior, my daughter who just turned 11 came to me with a splitting headache in the middle of the night. I knew something was wrong because she had just taken a Tylenol in the evening for a headache. By midnight the headache came back with a vengeance—only this time with a high fever. By morning she was vomiting heavily and had horrible joint pain throughout. The very thing I’ve worked hard to avoid for over a year had made its way into my home: Covid-19.
We had our first ‘official’ family outing last Friday, which included the zoo, a picnic, and golfing for the kids.
My two youngest girls are the only two not vaccinated and they wore masks and we were outside almost the entire time. We avoided public restrooms, took our own picnic, and had masks for whenever we entered a crowded area. The only thing lacking was constant hand-washing. Not only that, our state is doing well with low numbers of new infections; in fact, the county that we were in only had 3 new cases on July 1st.
I’m still shocked that my daughter somehow contracted this virus. Being that the new ‘more contagious’ Delta variant is in all states and has risen to about half of all Covid infections in the US, I’m assuming that’s what we’re dealing with now. Currently her fever is 102 on Tylenol; it’s been over 36 hours, and this thing hasn’t budged. She feels like she’s been hit by a truck, and I have no idea how long it will last or what symptoms may manifest over the next few weeks. Will she exhibit serious symptoms? Might she turn out to be a long-hauler? Will my youngest daughter who has asthma contract it? I have no idea, but I can’t seem to shake the thoughts. I’ve been listening to people talk about how this virus is ‘just like the flu’ and ‘not a big deal’ for over a year, especially for kids, and I sit here looking at my daughter who can barely walk and in horrible pain even with Tylenol on board. This virus doesn’t mess around—it can be way worse than just the flu—and it’s affecting every one of us in this house in one way or another. I can say this with 100% certainty now that I see it for myself in my own child.
So, yesterday morning with this being quite new, my husband and I discussed that we needed to get her tested quickly to know for sure. Currently there are eight people in my home which includes my five kids, and my other youngest daughter has asthma. I knew it was going to be a challenge if we needed to social distance everyone. We drove 45 minutes to a CVS that offered rapid testing. On the way down rural roads I came up behind a pick-up truck that wasn’t even driving the speed limit. Now, I’m not one who loves to pass, so I was riding him just a little bit and didn’t even think about it because my mind was too hung up on other things. He proceeded to put his hand up in the air indicating that I could go over the top of him. This is something my grandfather used to do, and I about broke down. It looked just like my grandfather in that truck—signaling me to fly over because “Hell ain’t full” like he used to say. I backed off instantly and tried to control my internal monologue which was obviously in overdrive. I kept reminding myself to listen to something my friend said: “I’m sure she didn’t pick up Covid. She probably has a stomach flu.” In the end, those thoughts didn’t really matter because the nurse was out to our car in 10 minutes with a paper indicating my daughter’s positive results.
I’m old enough to know better than to ride too close behind someone. It could’ve turned out badly: the man could’ve slammed on his brakes or worse. I’ve been involved in a horrible road rage incident when I was a new driver and a crazy man actually got out and punched my car. This got me thinking about this whole road rage thing. There’s something to keep in mind: who knows what people are going through. For me it was nonsense because I was late for our appointment and obviously a little worried for my daughter. I just wasn’t thinking and truly wanted to apologize to the man (even though he wasn’t driving very well). Life isn’t easy and we all have to deal with ups and downs. I realize that setting thoughts aside is still something I need to work on.
Have you ever been involved in a road rage incident? Have you ever caught yourself riding someone because you were thinking about something else? Are you forgiving towards others when they make mistakes while driving?
Thanks for reading,