Living with covid-19: Here’s the story of one New York couple still with it, perhaps ‘visitors from the future’
What’s it like to have a bad case of covid-19, or to care for someone with it? Pretty horrible, Jessica Lustig writes for The New York Times Magazine, where she is a deputy editor. It introduces her story this way: “Our world became one of isolation, round-the-clock care, panic and uncertainty — even as society carried on around us with all too few changes.”
Lustig’s 56-year-old husband, “T,” who was in excellent health except for asthma, had his first symptoms — chills, followed by aches and fever — 12 days before her story was published. “Now we live in a world in which I have planned with his doctor which emergency room we should head to if T suddenly gets worse, a world in which I am suddenly afraid we won’t have enough of the few things tempering the raging fever and soaking sweats and severe aches wracking him — the Advil and Tylenol that the doctors advise us to layer, one after the other, and that I scroll through websites searching for, seeing ‘out of stock’ again and again.”
Lustig has become a health-care worker: “I am consumed with trying to keep us safe. I wipe down the doorknobs, the light switches, the faucets, the handles, the counters with disinfectant. I swab my phone with alcohol. I throw the day’s hoodie into the laundry at night as if it were my scrubs. I wash all our towels, again and again. . . . Anything my husband touches has to stay in his room or be carefully taken from his room to the kitchen, where I stand holding dishes while our 16-year-old daughter, CK, opens the dishwasher and pulls out the racks so I don’t have to touch anything before she closes it again. She turns on the faucet for me, and I hit the soap dispenser with my elbow to wash my hands.”