When it comes to strange mornings and a scale of 1 to 10 — 10 being the most strange, this morning would have to rank 9 or better!
It started out with a service call. Which during the current pandemic is about as unsettling as it can get if you have no immune system. As a 100% immunocompromised transplant patient you find yourself in the “underlying medical conditions” demographic for COVID-19. Someplace you don’t want to be when someone you have never seen before is showing up at your home. Someone you can’t screen or contact trace. Especially, when what’s being done mandates that someone has to be there with them.
In this case, that someone wasn’t me. It was Lesley. At least, for their arrival.
I was forced to make an unscheduled trip to the Mother Ship for lab work this morning. Lab work for a telemedical call with my hematologist/oncologist at the City of Hope. I know how insane that sounds. And, it is! It makes no sense to drive two tours—there, and back—for a two-minute ‘stick.’ Unless, of course, it’s one of the few places on the planet you feel safe!
A few of those “underlying medical conditions” demanded that I spend the rest of the morning making appointments with my primary care physician and my orthopedist. Four appointments within the next three weeks.
I’m not sure when managing appointments and health care became a full-time job, but it has. But I’m not complaining. I suppose I could. But I’m not.
I’ll take strange mornings no matter how strange. I’ll take a trip to the Ship whenever necessary or indicated. And, I’ll make appointments and deal with the “underlying medical conditions” for as long as I get to hang out. After all, strange mornings beat the hell out of an eternity of boredom!city of hopeCovid-19screeningthe Mother ShiptracingUnderlying Medical Conditions