I went to the urgent care yesterday, and I will schedule a F/U visit ASAP, and perhaps the result of that visit will let me know whether or not I should be concerned. Until then I have things to do, people to be. I just packed my car for my first show of the year, which will happen this Saturday. It has turned darned cold and windy out there - after temps in the 70s and 80s we will have a hard freeze tonight. There is a saying around here that one should never plant one's crops until after Easter. Sometimes there is wisdom in the old sayings.
But that's not what I am here to talk about. Nope. I am here to talk about my visit to the clinic. I walk in the door, dude hands me a mask. I jammed it in my pocket and walked up the stairs. Up there the nurses all started squeaking, I have no idea what they were saying. I told them that I am hard of hearing. They then yelled something, I was all like "Huh?"
The smart nurse grabbed a piece of paper and wrote on it "You have to wear a mask". I put the mask across my mouth. "YOU HAVE TO COVER YOUR MOUTH AND NOSE!". I responded that I needed to breathe, so that's all you're going to get. She then sent the other nurse off to get a face shield for me. I slapped it on the back of my head so that the clear plastic projected forward at a jaunty angle like a baseball cap. Yeah, I am fed up with this crap, and while I hate the fact that the front line "Ve are chust followink orders" troops have to bear the brunt of my obnoxiousness, sometimes you just have to be that guy.
Eventually my number was called (I was the only one there) and off I went to be checked in and checked out. Stuff was mostly okay, and one thing was greatly improved - two years ago I was in the exact same place to have some dog bites attended to and my pulse ox was 89%. What the ever livin' heck? That sucks. I used to be able to breathe! I remember it! It was not long after that visit that I decided to take on my lung issues in as direct a manner as I could - I started running. Yesterday I learned that my pulse ox saturation is currently 99%, mainly because the meter stops at two digits. So I dealt with that one issue in a straightforward way, using tools at my disposal, one day at a time and many laps per day.
The doc-in-the-box then showed up. I placed my shield back on top of my head, to stop any random virii that might be falling out of the ceiling tiles, and the doc proceeded to start talking. Went through the whole "I cain't hear sheee-it" schtick again, told the ol' boy that I depend on lip reading. Then the amazing thing happened - he stuck his head out the door and told the help that he needed a clear mask. He slapped that clear sumbitch on his face and I could actually understand what he was saying and the next thing you know we were both sittin' there on the Group W bench, playin' with the pencils, tellin' all kinds of tall tales. I thanked him for taking steps to improve our communication and he said that I was well within my rights to request a see-through mask. How cool is that! Hence the title of this post.
Anyway, got the test results back today, no surprises, but also no answers, so I will go see my PCP next week for more tests and random BS. Never a dull moment, I tells ya!
Here is a piece I saw on the teevee today - mandolin hero Sam Bush. You might think you have faced some tough times or had some medical issues, Sam is here to tell you you haven't seen squat.
I trust everyone is having a great week. Resist we must, we must throw off the chains (and masks) of our oppressors.