On this day, six years ago, The Amazing Bob, Oni and I went into MGH for a checkup/followup appointment withTAB's oncology nurse practitioner. Shit did not go well. So…yeah, I’m more than a little down today.
Also, since I still feel like schnauzer shit, I figured I ought to have a COVID test. I wanted to make sure this is just a bad cold versus the plague.
Jen had four (we had none) BUT apparently ALL the tests were missing a vital part—the test couldn’t be done without it. Great.
It seemed unlikely that I have COVID, considering how much I avoid human contact, BUT it’s certainly possible. The branch of Spaulding Rehab that I go to for outpatient PT is at the local Y where almost no one is masked. Yes, the Spaulding folk are but that’s it. I've not been in close contact with anyone besides my PT.
In any case Ten went to CVS to pick up a couple of tests. BOTH have come up as positive for COVID antigens.
Jen is now calling my PCP to see where we go from here.