I've been in a bit of a tough spot lately with this whole thing.
Forgive me if there is a bit of "info dump" here, but I can't think of a short way to sum this up. It's just too much.
For about 2 years now, I've been helping and giving spiritual guidance to a good friend. He has been engaged to my wife's niece for several years and living with her for the past 6 or 7 years. (she's family...and we do love her dearly...but she is "Jerry Springer" levels of drama, baggage, and temperament). He lost his job at Microsoft several years ago when he started having more problems with his diabetes. They "eliminated his position". Due to complications from his diabetes, he lost all kidney function, has gone about 80-90% blind, and has even suffered from stroke and now walks with a cane. He's 41 years old and used to play fullback in high school football.
Sometime around February, he approached me about helping him move out. The relationship with my wife's niece had gone south and he wanted to move forward with his life. But there are many many things he can't do for himself, so he sought out my help. I (and several friends from my congregation) helped him get rid of some debts, and helped him with the paperwork to get into a new apartment his mom had found for him. The elders from my congregation even gave me some money so we could get him some furniture for his new apartment.
He moved into the new place on March 7th, just as we were starting to hear that COVID might be getting serious in Washington. Emerald City Comicon had *just* been cancelled the day before and social distancing was starting to become a more serious thing. My wife and I had had tickets to attend the Comicon, but when it got cancelled we decided to use the extended time off to go to a cabin at the ocean instead. Sunday the 8th, I took my friend to IKEA so he could pick out a bed and wardrobe for his apartment. But I didn't have anyone to help me carry all the stuff, and rather than hassle with delivery, I promised my friend we would take care of the whole thing as soon as my wife and I got back from the ocean. (because....who knew?)
It was while we were at the ocean that weekend that everything started to become extremely serious. We spent half the time watching the TV as everything started to become far more grim than what we had originally thought. I went to work the next week, but by the end of the week, I asked for a layoff because of *several* exposures at work and questionable conditions at my jobsite. It was granted. But now I was in a quandary. My very good friend has moved into a 260 sq ft apt in south Seattle, he's alone with nothing but a dresser and an air mattress, he's in a high risk group, I've been at a job site with potential exposure, he's got a mother and an aunt who are limited in how much they can help (for reasons I didn't pry into) but those are his only family in the area. Part of me helping him move out was to help him get a cell phone...but he has trouble using it. I was going to help him get it set up a little better....but then ALL THIS happened. We were able to trade a few texts messages, but I could tell he was having difficulty.
Since no one in my family is showing any symptoms (I say that...but I've always had a bit of a dry cough anyway...I'm a construction worker with dust allergies, so that just seems like a normal thing. But I'm not running a fever) I finally decided to just take some extra hand sanitizer and other extra precautions and just go see how he was doing yesterday. In spite of all the warnings, I just felt like I couldn't just abandon him to four walls. He's doing OK, and he occasionally has a couple of friends check on him, but he's not really getting the care he needs.
At this point, in spite of everything, I'm seriously considering having him stay with my family for the next month. It would require moving a high risk person into my home...which in some ways seems to go against the whole "quarantine" thing, but I just don't know what else to do. We do have a guest room (we've been using it for storage, but it has a bed and we would just need a day to clean it up).
I've literally lost several nights sleep worrying about my friend, and I go back and forth in my mind about whether I should have any personal contact with him or not. Today is 2 weeks since I asked for my lay off, so the chances would seem remote that anyone in my house has it. But I just keep thinking about him being high risk, and I can't guarantee with 100% certainty that one or all of us (four in my house already) aren't asymptomatic carriers. The likelihood is extremely low by now, but it's not zero either. And with his existing health problems, there is a very real possibility that he could die if he does get it. But he's getting contact from *other* people that need to check on him too. So in some ways, coming to my house would probably get him the care he needs and limit his contact to only the 4 people in the house. So would that be better? I don't know. It's now 7am and I've been up for 2 hours because I can't sleep.