Ezi tested positive today.  I’ve been testing all week because I was coughing and sneezing and kvetching just a little more than usual.  But yesterday Ezi started feeling lousy, slept more than usual, and listened a little less to my kvetches.  So I demanded proof of his health, and was shocked that he was actually more ill than me.  

So surprised that it took me a little while to figure out who to ask for help.  An old friend sent a car for us to go to NY Presbyterian where he had long ago matched Ezi up with a hemotologist.  

That was fun – a tiny emergency ward with pleasant and efficient staff.  Ezi got medication – paxovid –  I got tested, and we’re experiencing New York to the fullest.

So far so good.