I mentioned last week that I’ve been super sick for the last three weeks. I finally called my doctor this morning because my weekend was especially bad. The nurse told me they couldn’t see me and to just go to the ER get checked for pneumonia and COVID.
She also told me to expect to be admitted. So I packed a bag just in case, then called my dad who came and drove me to Upstate University Hospital. He wasn’t allowed in, so he dropped me at the door and left.
Since I was being checked as a possible COVID patient, they made me wait in the glassed-in pediatric waiting room by myself. Which wasn’t so bad, actually. Within five minutes they took me back and stuck me in an isolation room far away from the rest of the ER.
Not that I was getting a complex or anything, but from the way they kept me clear of everyone, I did start to feel like Typhoid Mary.
They drew blood, did an EKG, then brought in the portable x-ray machine to do a chest x-ray.
And, of course, the nurse did the dreaded COVID nasal test.
The COVID test feels like they’re tickling your frontal lobe with a plastic strip. It isn’t exactly painful, but it is unsettling as hell. It felt like my eyes were catching fire from the inside.
One of the five people crowded in my tiny room left that orange stethoscope on the table next to me. I’ve never in my life seen a neon orange stethoscope, and boy, did I want to take it. But I’m too moral. So I just took a picture of it instead.
The chest x-ray and bloodwork ruled out an infection or pneumonia which was an enormous relief. I was more concerned about pneumonia than I was COVID. My heart was fine and there was no blood clot in my lungs.
The COVID test was a rapid one. And by rapid they mean, two hours or so. In the meantime, while waiting for that, my bladder was becoming an issue. I pressed the call button and told the nurse “My bladder is becoming an issue.” Then I was told because I’m in COVID isolation, I was not permitted to leave the room to use the bathroom — which seems a tad punitive if you ask me.
At two o’clock, the nurse came in and let me know I am COVID free.
I was elated – but mostly because that meant I could finally go pee. Because I really, really had to go pee.
Whatever has been dogging me for the last three weeks is just some virus of non-specific origin for which they can do nothing. The PA said my staying on the immunosuppressant for the first 10 days of this probably made it worse which could explain why I still have not recovered. So I was sent home and told to rest, drink plenty of fluids and ride it out.
Today was the first time since the Wuhan panic began that I wore a mask for more than twenty minutes. Let me tell you, I didn’t like it. Talk about claustrophobic.
Now I’m going to lie down and rest because the whole ER trip tuckered me out.
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