Covid Chronicles- April 30th, 2020

Thursday April 30th, 2020

I’m at my glucose test today. The one hour- which I have historically failed. I ate some fried rice leftovers for breakfast and hoped for the best. I’ve never been a cereal person. I’m so glad to be out of the house. I talked my OB’s ear off and quoted the Backstreet Boys. The governor is set to close all the beaches again and, even though I am planning to abide by my own rules as usual, I am just enraged over it. I said to the OB, “It’s like that Backstreet Boys song, ‘Quit Playing Games with my Heart’” and didn’t even know how to respond to my own comment. Who quotes “The Backstreet Boys”?

I wish my mom was here with me. Not just for the moral support, but because we always get so silly at doctor’s offices. A lady wheeled a wheel chair past me. The person in it was covered completely in a light weight blanket from head to toe with the sash tied around their neck. They looked like a Christmas tree about to be strapped to the roof of the car. I wish I could have said what I was thinking out loud to my mom, “What.the.hell. was that?”

Also of note is the fact that everyone is wearing masks and therefore having to yell their medical history past the glass partition at check in. People keep shouting “Blood and urine sample” along with their addresses, “84 Sycamore Street”. It’s like a crime scene. I haven’t been this entertained in weeks. No one knows how to answer if they’ve been fasting or not. Some people here were born in the 1930s and I just think that’s so cool. That’s from WWII to Corona Virus. Are the surprised by this yet?