Quarantine Diaries Spain VIII -
Ups and downs

Week VIII - From April 27

The fact that he’s lying on his stomach makes it easier for him to breathe and get more oxygen in a clean way. This way my father slowly recovers and again both sedation and oxygen is kept at stable levels and can turn him over and place him correctly in bed.

Mentally, the situation begins to take its toll. It’s the third month since I haven’t seen my girlfriend, it’s my biggest support outside and the reason for my smile, but the thought that there’s still no date to see her again scares me and breaks my heart. We are both doing our part to keep magic and chemistry so dormant and that is the engine that, despite the accumulated mental fatigue, continues to draw strength for everything.

My mother and I are fully recovered, we spent the additional 14 days of full quarantine from the moment my father entered the hospital and we started going out on the street when he was third week in intensive care. The doctors tell us about the option of tracheostomy to make breathing easier, they tell us that it is a process that can lengthen the situation but is safer than what you are living.

He has a tracheostomy and it’s a success, but during those days he gets thrombosis in his legs. We are told that it has most likely been formed by the inactivity of being lying on a bed for more than a month. The joy lasts little because thrombosis if it makes the circulation of blood more difficult can reach the lung and be lethal. There isn’t a day when you can’t let your guard down.