So last week I wrote about my husband’s illness and how it was so difficult to get him a COVID 19 test. We had to go to a drive-thru clinic because our doctor could not allow him into her office “just in case.” He was sent home to rest. When he got worse, I again drove him to the drive-thru, where the doctor said his lungs were very bad (walking pneumonia she said) and finally did the COVID test and sent in a script for a Z-Pak. He’s getting better slowly. COVID test came back negative 4 days later.
But now, I’m sick as a dog with the same symptoms. We live in an assisted living facility in S. California and we’re both in our 70’s. Well, we decided I should go thru the same outside clinic. Hubby is not 100% but well enough for the short drive. We got there 3 min. after they closed…...they were getting into their cars to leave. Seems they are only open from 8-1 on Saturday. This old gray haired lady was not leaving until somebody listened to my lungs. I was under no illusions that I was getting the COVID 19 test. Anyway The doc took pity and took a listen. No pneumonia, but definitely compromised with bronchitis. He sent in a script for Z-Pak and an inhaler.
Oh and by the way, I told the doc that my husband was tested for COVID at that drive-thru and it came back negative…….”well, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have it. We’ve had false negatives.”
OMG OMG OMG.