So now I’m home, and Kathy- who tested positive again this morning- is currently schedule to return the middle of next week. Frankly there was nothing I could do to help or speed things along, so there was no point in my hovering around. Kathy and I had more discussion over whether I should get a hotel room so that we could return together, but decided against it. Only the last day did we have good weather, and by that point it was too late to cheer me up.
It was always cloudy, and sometimes misty or sleeting or raining. I had hoped to view the sights of Sicily in the hard clear light of the Mediterranean, but the weather wouldn’t cooperate. I felt flattered by this, but then found out the doctor and nurse were for everybody, not just for me. I met the ship’s doc, who informed me that a doctor and nurse would be accompanying me on all shore visits. I tried to stay masked in public for the first three or four days, just in case I’d become contagious. I spent the time in a state of anxiety over Kathy, and over whether I was going to come down with COVID a second time, and whether the virus would attack my heart and brain again. In retrospect this was the best alternative, but that was unclear at the time. Kathy eventually decided that being locked up with me for all that time was a terrible idea. I offered to stay with Kathy, but the thought of remaining masked for over a week was intimidating, as was the fact I’d be exposing myself to COVID for all that time. The boat refused to take a new COVID case on board, so it looked as if Kathy was going to be confined in our hotel room for 10 days, as per Maltese law. This was within an hour of the time we were supposed to embark on our boat, and that hour was full of frantic activity. (I had brought testing kits with me.) I tested negative myself.
My distress over the knee was as nothing compared to what happened a couple days later, when Kathy started coughing heavily, then tested positive for COVID. Today is closer to the “agony” end of the scale. Some days the knee was nearly okay, some days it was agony. The rest of the day I was hobbling around in pain, though fortunately the knee was better the next day. I landed heavily on my right foot, and the shock went to my knee. The heavy frames on my sunglasses blocked my view of my own feet, and I didn’t realize the stairway had an extra step right under my feet. This trip sucked.īad luck struck on my first day in Valetta, when I tripped on a marble stair and seriously damaged my right knee. After 24 hours in planes and airports I’ve returned from the Med, jetlagged, miserable, in considerable pain, and without Kathy.
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