Got a text from Hobot on the 18th after I messaged him on the 16th to ask when and if Scot was going to restore the Random pic thread.
Hobot's reply, " I've been really sick over the past 10-12 days. Quit eating food and barely could drink liquids. Got completely dehydrated."
I replied,"WTF!"
Hobot replied, "I'm in the hospital now at Swedish in Edmonds. Turns out I have COVID-19. Can you please come visit."
I explain, "Hospitals don't allow visitors with COVID-19 spreading like it is."
Hobot replies, "That must be why Hope(his partner) hasn't visited."
I ask, "How and where did you get it."
Hobot replies, "I don't know. I was so very careful with isolation, wearing a mask, washing my hands - barely leaving the house and still get taken down."
Friday the 18th I text, "How you doing this morning."
Hobot replies, "I now have pneumonia. I found out through a Facebook post last night (on his sister's page) my Mom passed away a few days ago and they didn't tell me - family is such a weird organization."
I reply," Well that's not what I want to hear - you with pneumonia! I'm sorry about the loss of your Mom, my sincere condolences." Then we banter back and forth for a while, but even texting Hobot tires quickly. I close with "Stay positive, Stay Strong, Hope needs you!"
Next morning I text, "How you doing today?"
Hobot replies, "Rough, they keep threating me with intubation. NFW am I going that direction."
I ask, "What meds?
Hobot replies, "All these wires, hoses and tubes I'm plugged into keep getting tangled. It all sucks" He sends a picture, I will not share, showing the wires, hoses and tubes plus Hobot wearing the clear face mask of a ventilator.
I reply, "Holy phuck - stay elevated. What meds?"
Hobot replies, "Other then the meds I was already on... not sure all the new stuff. Oxygen level was at 96% and I dropped to 79%. Supposed to take off this mask to eat and drink." A bit more banter back and forth, then nothing till..."I just got a strong lecture. Stern lecture."
I reply, "From a nurse."
He replies, "From a Doctor. My daytime Nurse I'm not cool with. No bedside manner. Night time Nurse is way cool. Going back to sleep now"
The next day text, "How's it going this morning?"
Hobot replies, "My oxygen falls quickly out of the 90s when I take this mask off. They're dumping as much oxygen and meds in me as they can. Nest step is intubation, which scare the hell out of me. There's no knowing how long I will be under. To be honest, I'm pretty scared.'' We banter back and forth a bit, then discuss his meds again. He finishes with, "This is a bit of an adventure I'm on. I just don't want to be put out and have more hoses and an intubator jammed down my throat"
I reply, "Stay strong and positive, eat and stay hydrated."
Hobot replies, "It's pretty hard. I have to work on my breathing. Getting a deep breath is pretty impossible - makes me cough. But I can tell I'm using my lungs more today then yesterday, when I was barely using 10%. The big push is for me to lay on my belly, so my lungs get more of a workout. So that's my next thing."
At this point I realize they're preparing him for intubation.
I reply, "We need you to stay strong mentally and keep fighting. They'll probably put you under so you can fight this better. Stay strong. Hope needs you to get through this." We bantered back and forth a bit, then he had to sleep and rest.
They intubated Hobot. I've been talking with Hope, who talks with his Doctor daily since. Yesterday they were finally able to reduce the oxygen their giving him, and he's maintaining in the 90s by his own accord - but he's still intubated. Send good thoughts or a say a little prayer, even if you don't usually pray. Pics of Hobot doing bow at the 2007 Six-Meter King Olaf Cup sponsored by Port Madison Yacht Club aboard SOCKEYE.
Hobot's reply, " I've been really sick over the past 10-12 days. Quit eating food and barely could drink liquids. Got completely dehydrated."
I replied,"WTF!"
Hobot replied, "I'm in the hospital now at Swedish in Edmonds. Turns out I have COVID-19. Can you please come visit."
I explain, "Hospitals don't allow visitors with COVID-19 spreading like it is."
Hobot replies, "That must be why Hope(his partner) hasn't visited."
I ask, "How and where did you get it."
Hobot replies, "I don't know. I was so very careful with isolation, wearing a mask, washing my hands - barely leaving the house and still get taken down."
Friday the 18th I text, "How you doing this morning."
Hobot replies, "I now have pneumonia. I found out through a Facebook post last night (on his sister's page) my Mom passed away a few days ago and they didn't tell me - family is such a weird organization."
I reply," Well that's not what I want to hear - you with pneumonia! I'm sorry about the loss of your Mom, my sincere condolences." Then we banter back and forth for a while, but even texting Hobot tires quickly. I close with "Stay positive, Stay Strong, Hope needs you!"
Next morning I text, "How you doing today?"
Hobot replies, "Rough, they keep threating me with intubation. NFW am I going that direction."
I ask, "What meds?
Hobot replies, "All these wires, hoses and tubes I'm plugged into keep getting tangled. It all sucks" He sends a picture, I will not share, showing the wires, hoses and tubes plus Hobot wearing the clear face mask of a ventilator.
I reply, "Holy phuck - stay elevated. What meds?"
Hobot replies, "Other then the meds I was already on... not sure all the new stuff. Oxygen level was at 96% and I dropped to 79%. Supposed to take off this mask to eat and drink." A bit more banter back and forth, then nothing till..."I just got a strong lecture. Stern lecture."
I reply, "From a nurse."
He replies, "From a Doctor. My daytime Nurse I'm not cool with. No bedside manner. Night time Nurse is way cool. Going back to sleep now"
The next day text, "How's it going this morning?"
Hobot replies, "My oxygen falls quickly out of the 90s when I take this mask off. They're dumping as much oxygen and meds in me as they can. Nest step is intubation, which scare the hell out of me. There's no knowing how long I will be under. To be honest, I'm pretty scared.'' We banter back and forth a bit, then discuss his meds again. He finishes with, "This is a bit of an adventure I'm on. I just don't want to be put out and have more hoses and an intubator jammed down my throat"
I reply, "Stay strong and positive, eat and stay hydrated."
Hobot replies, "It's pretty hard. I have to work on my breathing. Getting a deep breath is pretty impossible - makes me cough. But I can tell I'm using my lungs more today then yesterday, when I was barely using 10%. The big push is for me to lay on my belly, so my lungs get more of a workout. So that's my next thing."
At this point I realize they're preparing him for intubation.
I reply, "We need you to stay strong mentally and keep fighting. They'll probably put you under so you can fight this better. Stay strong. Hope needs you to get through this." We bantered back and forth a bit, then he had to sleep and rest.
They intubated Hobot. I've been talking with Hope, who talks with his Doctor daily since. Yesterday they were finally able to reduce the oxygen their giving him, and he's maintaining in the 90s by his own accord - but he's still intubated. Send good thoughts or a say a little prayer, even if you don't usually pray. Pics of Hobot doing bow at the 2007 Six-Meter King Olaf Cup sponsored by Port Madison Yacht Club aboard SOCKEYE.
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