Yesterday was much the same as the last several days. Get up, call the kids out of school - not going to send them to school during a pandemic when their mother is actively symptomatic. Drag my poor aching self down to my comfortable computer chair and let the girls play, while I diamond paint and let the internet entertain me. I then spend most of the day sitting until I can't, and then go back to bed for a while.
However, at 1:15pm I had an appointment at the COVID assessment center at our local hospital. I don't really know that I have COVID. I kinda suspect that's not what I have, but as of today I'm now at 7 straight symptomatic days so identifying what I have is going to be important at least to my employers. Fortunately if I do test positive, the last several shifts I worked were largely solo. Mom bailed on driving me, and I don't drive myself, so I ordered a cab to take me and the girls to the hospital. The dispatcher got my address wrong - seeing as my father owned this company and my address is the same house they lived in the entire time they owned it, she's clearly new, but the driver was not sent far out of the way so we flagged him down. The drive there was uneventful and I paid and got out of the cab with my masked children.
The hospital had red socially distanced waiting spots outside, two people were already in line, so we took our spot. It didn't move for a bit, so I suspected that the staff had gone to lunch, and I'm trying to entertain the girls and wondering if they can even come in with me. Then they started taking patients in, and I asked if the girls could come in with me, which they did allow. They offered to do tests on all of us, but I decided that, since the test rumored to be unpleasant, and I was the only one with symptoms, I would just do me. So I relaxed, they explained the test, where they take what looks like the tiniest swab on the longest possible stick and put it up your nose.
So I took a deep breath and relaxed trying to be a grown up and not scare my children and at first it wasn't too bad, but then I realized that he was not getting the swab where it needed to be, and then it finally drove home. I kinda was shocked at the sensation, and let out an audible groan. It was the unpleasant sensation of having something where nothing should be, that weird sensation you get when something goes too far down your throat, before the gag reflex kicks in. I wouldn't call it pain, although I did have some burning afterwards and even now I can kinda feel where it was, and it's been 24 hours. Discomfort is the better term. Would not recommend this test unless you need it. But it was over super quick and we left.
I ended up having to call 5 times to the cab company before anyone actually answered my call. The line outside had gotten a lot longer, so the girls and I moved around to another section of the hospital that had benches so we could sit and wait while properly socially distanced. I finally got through and ordered the cab, but we still waited more than half an hour for the taxi. A patient from emergency came out and was looking around for the vanishing feature of a pay phone. She was 60s, possibly 70s and didn't appear to have a cell phone. Normally I would just hand her my phone, but coronavirus, so I just offered to call her ride for her, which she took me up on and thanked me for. A moment's kindness that cost me nothing.
After we got home via a driver that I actually knew from the old days of working for the company, I sat down and finally finished Diamond Art Club's Sweet Tooth by Myka Jelina. I'd started it back on September 10th so it had taken me about a month to complete. I've temporarily hung it up as is with a magnetic poster hanger I got on Amazon, but I will eventually trim it down to fit, and cover the remaining borders either with paint or decorative tape. I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening working on laundry, my custom for my husband and heckling back to back DP lives, first Crafting Journey, then the Crafty Heifer, and of course Purple Door Crafts. I did try to go to Tia's live - but bed was calling a little too strongly.
Today I'm still working on the custom and still waiting for the results of the test. I do feel less dead today, so that's something.
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