Fri. 6/26 - Covid Test Day
This morning starts off with the family piling into the car (because I can't drive myself and we can't leave the kids home alone, so this becomes a whole family affair) and heading to the drive-through Covid test. I've finally had time to wrap my head around getting the surgery done and make my peace with the fact that the sooner I get it done, the sooner I can begin the recovery process. Of course, this means that now what I'm panicking about is this test. While I have no reason to suspect I have the virus, my anxiety gets the better of me and I begin stressing that I could be a "carrier" without showing any symptoms. If the test comes back positive and I have to cancel the surgery, then what next? I just want to get this over with...
I pull up to the drive-through and there's only one car in front of me. The nurse verifies my info, asks me to pull down my mask, and then without warning shoves a long q-tip the size of Montana up my nostrils until it basically scrapes my brain. Ok. Maybe that's an exaggeration, but only slightly... Now I have to play the waiting game for 48 hours and hope I can move forward with this surgery. I'm not allowed to go out of the house all weekend as I need to self-quarantine, so I prepare myself for cabin-fever, which I suppose I should both A) already be used to given the last three months of quarantining and B) get used to given that I'll be immobile for the next few months and sequestered mostly to my bed, and that's if all goes well!
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