Welp, got the call last night that I've been expecting and dreading since this whole shitshow started - my mom and dad both tested positive yesterday. Both unvaxxed, mom is in good health, dad is 70 y.o., overweight, has emphysema, still hits the lung darts and has had some heart issues within the last few years. Mom got it at an exercise class last Thursday, started feeling shitty on Sunday and has been in bed most of the week. Dad has no symptoms yet but both of them tested positive yesterday.
The way they've approached Covid has been a huge source of tension in our family pretty much the entire time. I pleaded, begged, yelled, cussed at them, etc. to get the jab, but they wouldn't do it. They check all the nutter boxes - talked up and maybe took HCQ, resisted wearing masks, bragged to me this summer about finding a "holistic" doctor to give them Ivermectin and got mad at me when (pre-vax) I didn't want to take my family to large family gatherings with people that I knew were being careless.
The hell of it is, my pops told me that after they tested positive yesterday that they somehow got their hands on and took the antibody treatment. He reluctantly admitted to me that it wasn't FDA approved and was experimental, but has shown good results according to people they talked to. What the fucking fuck!? The vax is scary, will magnetize your arm, isn't approved, was rushed, whatever, but the antibody treatment when your chickens finally come home to roost is just A-O-Fucking-K!?
They live in a small town that doesn't have the capabilities to treat someone crashing with Covid, so I don't know where they will go if things go pear-shaped. My hope is that pops getting the antibody treatment before symptoms might save his ass. I don't really know how effective they are, but it certainly can't hurt. They've got a pulse Ox and are monitoring their levels, so far so good.
I'm so fucking bitter this morning but am trying my best to be stoic. The echo chamber of BS is very real and very dangerous.