My dad is still working, but becuase he's considered "essential" though he has been trying to stay home as much as possible otherwise and careful. I'm still concerned. Everyone I am close to, myself included, is in a high risk group, it's been a sobering look at mortality.
Im not sure my husband is as concerned as I am, as he'll still ask me to go out and get things. Things I dont think are essential and he's being picky about. Like he's a way pickier eater than I am, so I've still done some take out and grubhub, its a compromise because as a diabetic he can't not eat, but still it bugs me a little. I'm trying not get over paranoid about it I did draw the line at only out once a day, and everything has to be drive thru/pick up or no contact delivery. and lots of hand washing and clorox wipes when I come back.
Yesterday... yet another trip out of the house into town.
Girlfriend: Mom why aren't you wearing a mask and gloves.
Mom: I don't like masks.
Dad: You're not going to changer her mind.
Girlfriend: You're not wearing gloves and mask either.
Me later: If they get sick their going to end up in isolation in a hospital... as in a bed with literally no one visiting them in the (possibly) last days of their lives.
Girlfriend: I know. They are like reckless little children.
Me: f your dad get's COVID-19 and infects me, I going to punch him in the face, he can find out if he can breath through a broken nose... its probably harder than breathing through a mask.
Dad has also being blowing through stop signs, because "no one was there."
I won't get in a car with him anymore.