Day 83 of Sheltering In

Thursday. No tests today for my daughter. 🤷🏻‍♀️ I’m just not gonna go there. I am fed up with the bs between the staff and the office...enough! My daughter is supposed to go for the coronavirus test Friday. I’ve explained the procedure several times and let her know that the swab is not nearly 12 inches long like they showed on the news. It’s 5” long, maybe a bit less. I also explained how far it goes and what it felt like so my daughter knows what to expect and doesn’t ruminate on it until the test. I talked to her several times today because of Nutjob issues. She didn’t once mention the test. 👏

I go for PT eval Friday. At least 1 of the people who worked with me when I last went there is still working there. So that’s cool. The receptionist called out to one of the therapists to see if they could fit me in Friday. The receptionist said my name and the therapist remembered me. All the therapists were kind of chatty. It was almost like having friends. (Wow that was pathetic!) It’s weird though because it’s not that big of a place, so with social distancing I wonder how many patients will be there. I’m looking forward to the tens unit and full back ice pack. I wonder if they’ll do that or just drape ice packs over my shoulders? I’m hoping for both. Last time I went for an extended period it was for my back and they also did heat/ice packs on my neck after the store accident. I’m hoping “the creeper” doesn’t work that location anymore. He was really creepy, let’s just leave it at that.

I almost had a fall today. I was able to stop myself. I was getting dressed, putting on a pair of chinos and I lost my balance and almost did a face plant. I stopped myself by putting my hand on top of the nightstand. I’m pretty sure I sprained 2 fingers. Right hand, 2 middle fingers. Not cool. I usually use my cane with my right hand. I can’t now because of some swelling and pain, which makes me unsteady. How do I know I sprained them? Because I can move them, so they aren’t broken. What’s with that logic? I’ve been hearing that since I was a kid. ‘It’s not broken if you can move it.’ I briefly contemplated going to urgent care, because now I can with my new insurance. But I didn’t because I really don’t want to go to a medical place with the coronavirus going on. When I got tested it was drive-thru, and the tech wore PPE head to toe, including a face shield. I didn’t need to get out of the car. The tech looked like Marty McFly in “Back to the Future” when he blasts Van Halen from his Walkman when he put 🎧 on his dad’s ears and makes him think he’s an alien. I didn’t need to go in the hospital, but if I went to urgent care, I would have to go in. 

I think my brother in law is coming over Friday to not mow the backyard again. If it would actually look like he trimmed the trees and bushes I wouldn’t complain. But it didn’t look like any yard work got done when he was here the last time. I can’t remember if he was here Wednesday, or Tuesday. 

I can’t remember shirt lately and it’s terrifying me. I mean nearly every conversation lately I start talking and stop mid sentence and can’t remember what I was going to say. Sometimes it will come to me in a minute or three, other times I just can’t remember anything about what I started talking about. Yesterday I wrote and sent a fairly long email. I went back to read it later to my daughter and multiple sentences made no sense, words out of order. I was getting interrupted a lot, so perhaps that’s why it makes me sound like an idiot. I mean, my blog posts lately haven’t been like that, right? 

When I made all those calls to my new insurance on Wednesday someone told me that due to the coronavirus, no referrals are needed for specialists. If I have enough time Friday I think I will call again and ask. If it’s true I’m going to call the C Center and see if I can get my checkup scan this month instead of waiting until December. 🙏🏻 I can do that.

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