Looking Anxious

Tomorrow is my second COVID vaccination. I’m very anxious to roll up my sleeve and bare my arm. Part of my impatience stems from recent developments with the novel strains that have been identified. The other part is due to son#2 – Three of his coworkers left work feeling ill. They tested positive. The rest of the work force went to get tested. My son was negative and was able to return to work. Later that day three more went home sick. Again everyone was to get tested however, because of the number that had tested positive, they wanted everyone to wait an additional day prior to testing. Son#2 went in to be tested. Later that day he started to fill ill. He ran a fever, had muscle aches, and a massive headache. His test came back positive. He has developed a cough. Because son#2 has COVID, son#1 is home in quarantine as well. They are holed up in their house with son#1 keeping to his bedroom and avoiding contact with son#2 as much as a small 2 bedroom house will allow. We went on a grocery run to procure the necessary supplies to make them comfortable – tons of Gatorade, lots of fresh fruit, canned fruit, frozen pizza, cheese, milk, bread and lunchmeat. Son#1 does most of the cooking but has decided not to in an effort to avoid all contact… I took pity on them and made a huge pot (about 2 gallons) of homemade chicken noodle soup. We delivered the groceries and soup and left before they retrieved them from the doorstep. I’m anxious. I’m concerned. I’m at a distance since I can’t jeopardize my own health or that of Sparky. Son#2 has asthma. The doctor wants him to ride it out at home unless he starts having difficulty breathing. He has been monitoring his blood oxygenation using an app on his phone (not the most accurate) and I’m even more concerned as the number is lower than I’m comfortable with. Prayers and good vibes sent into the heavens would be appreciated…