We had an intruder in our van, so we were ready for action last night. We set a trap on the dash, and one behind the toilet, as these were the two places we had heard it.

As I was reading my book in bed, I hear rustle rustle. Isn’t it bad enough we have covid? Do we really need a mouse running over us in our sleep?

I got my torch out and saw the furry thing scuttle past. ‘Just hop in the trap and kill yourself,’ I screamed at it. It didn’t, but the rustling stopped soon after so I must have given it a fright and I was able to get some sleep.

Then, in the middle of the night, rustle rustle, snap, crash, scream (me) as the mousetrap tumbled off the dashboard. I daren’t get up to check in case there was blood. So I carried on sleeping.

In the morning, I was feeling okay apart from a headache. Mike was feeling pretty crappy though. I made him get up and check the mouse, and sure enough, there was a dead mouse on the step of Rodger. Phew, hope his family isn’t here.

Yesterday at Walmart I bought some toys so decided to use them. A thermometer and an oximeter. Mike had quite a high temperature so I gave him some paracetamol, and lay him down with a cold flannel on his head. My temperature was only slightly high.

Then I thought to check our oxygen levels with the oximeter. Mikes was at 90%. Usually anything below 90, they admit you to hospital and put you on oxygen. I checked my own, to make sure it wasn’t a faulty meter, and mine was 98.

So I took him to Urgent care, for just in case. Everyone here is very blaze about covid. When we arrived, I announced we had covid, expecting the people in the waiting room to scarper. But no-one even so much as reached for their masks. Nobody cared. The lady on reception just asked us to keep our masks on. She also said we were at altitude meaning that oxygen levels would be lower if we weren’t used to it.

When the nurse checked Mike, his oxygen was up to 94%. Maybe getting up and moving around had made the difference. The doctor said to focus more on difficulty breathing rather than a number on the oximeter. As Mike hadn’t been having trouble breathing it was no problem.

The doctor recommended antivirals if it was less than 5 days, but we thought it was borderline. I asked if we could get a prescription in case we got Covid again, and he was happy to do that. Then he mentioned the price of them and we politely declined. Actually it was more of a gasp, followed by a “yikes, that’s expensive!” And the doctor was confident he’d be better in a few days.

Another thing that happened while we were at the doctors is a woman came in with her boy who was suffering abdominal pain. She said something about a lockdown at his school as if it was a normal occurrence. I quickly googled it and there had been reports of a shooter at the university, and they shut down all schools in the area as a precaution. The USA seems so normal until you hear about these things.

Oh, I didn’t mention the cost of antivirals. Put your guesses of the cost in the morning chat. (Susan, no guesses as you know)

Hope there’s no rustling tonight!