If I make it through this blog post without dropping several expletives, I might need a medal or something.
First of all, let me be perfectly clear.
I am, and continue to be, in perpetual awe of people on the front line of this crazypants virus, as well as anybody who has the job of keeping us safe and alive.
But the rest of the universe?
An enormous pain in my heiney.
I had my video appointment with my family doc's nurse practitioner. Her name is Almira and I love her.
There. I said it out load.
Almira said she doesn't think I have coronavirus, but there is obviously something going on to cause me to be unwell.
I'm not going to bore you with the details, but suffice it to say, I spent the entire afternoon putting a bra back on, getting in my car, waiting in line, and going back and forth to the medical center to try to get a chest x-ray, labwork, and a urinalysis.
It was a ginormous NOPE on all of it due to people being stupid, the radiology department getting infected by a positive patient, and the line being long enough that we missed the last lab pickup of the day.
The docs and nurses and security guards at the facility (the South Bend Clinic on Day Road in case anybody wants to know) were all 100% excellent, calm, and ON. POINT.
And they were 100% excellent, calm, and ON POINT in ninety degree heat, in a parking lot full of screaming people in cars, and in full protective gear.
If these people are not receiving combat pay....there's something wrong someplace.
Was I aggravated that I spent several hours trying to get tests done and that I don't feel good and am worried and doing my level best not to go over the fret waterfall?
But I am also acutely aware that people behaving badly, while understandable, is just not cute anymore.
What the woman in the white Escalade thought she was going to accomplish by screaming profanity out her window at the security officer directing the traffic is beyond me. Or why the guy ahead of me had to flip the bird at the nurse who handed him a mask? Or why the asshat behind me decided to lay on his horn because I was waived through since I wasn't getting swabbed, but the door to the lab was only accessible through the swab line, or...
Idiots, every single one of them.
Inconsiderate, entitled, stupid, jerky, nasty, ill-mannered idiots.
Harsh, I know, but I was so frustrated by my inability to fix it, that all I could do was try to be as gushy and grateful as I could when it was my turn and then take a deep breath when I realized I was going to have to do this all over again tomorrow and Monday.
So I will get up tomorrow morning and put my bra on and go for a chest x-ray. I am not going to go to the emergency dialysis treatment center at 5:00 in the morning, because I am not risking exposure if it turns out I have a simple sinus infection.
Then, on Monday, I will put my bra on again and will get the second covid test and the labwork and hopefully all will be well and I will go back to regular dialysis on Wednesday.
That's the plan, anyway, and unless something else throws a wrench in the monkey works, I'll be here in my Costco pajamas happily and calmly stitching away.
Now I really am going to put this iPad thingie away. I need to go de-people myself for a bit.
I hope and pray that your weekend is happy, peaceful, calm, stitchy, and healthy!