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shannon_a11 new COVID-19 infections today in the islands. Mostly on Oahu, unsurprisingly, because that's the only place where people are really jammed together like sardines (in Honolulu).
Kimberly and I had to go out to Wilcox Hospital this afternoon so that she could have her foot X-Rayed. It was supposed to happen on Monday, when she had a few appointments, but then her important appointment got cancelled at the last minute. Cue a very quick trip to Wilcox radiology before they closed for the day, which would have required us to go to the ER to see a radiologist.
And we're pretty tired of ERs.
When we got to Wilcox, we learned that they are seriously not ****ing around, despite the fact that we're still only at 3 total infections on this island.
The parking lot was emptier than I've ever seen it. Because most of the doctors are moving to teledoctoring only.
But the rest of the hospital looked like a war zone.
There were one to two guards at each door, only willing to let you in if you had appropriate reason. And denied coughing or having a fever. They were all armed with hand sanitizer, and you weren't allowed in unless you sanitizered.
We made an unnecessary trip through the (empty) main lobby, passed by the guard desk on the other side, then went over to the guard desk at radiology, which is apparently an adjacent building. We even got stickers here, to prove that we belonged.
(Clearly, this was all new, because the guards didn't entirely know what to do. Did they need to write Kimberly's name on her badge? Did I need one too?)
Inside, we found radiology mostly deserted too. They got Kimberly's insurance information, took her in for an X-Ray, and then got her back out within just several minutes. The TV was halfway through Double Jeopardy when we entered, and I made her wait 20 seconds or so after she returned so that I could see the Final Jeopardy answer (I'd incorrectly thought it was "The Marshall Service", but the correct answer was "The Texas Rangers". Only one of the contestants got it right. But I generally did much better on the questions than when I watched as a teenager.)
And we headed home after a stop at the _drive_through_ at Taco Bell. It was 4:45pm, and there was traffic, but no backup all the way home.
Meanwhile, my knee has been hurting for about three weeks now. I have no idea what I did, but whenever I twist it with weight on it, it hurts like a mofo. ("Doctor, doctor, it hurts when I do this." "Then don't do this!" But most notably: it hurts when I clean the cat box.) Time doesn't seem to have done anything, so I'm now moving to ice and NSAIDs. We had to buy an ice pack because: move.
I'm about at the point that I'd like to see a doctor, but ... I don't think a telecall would do it.
Life in the Age of COVID-19.
Kimberly and I had to go out to Wilcox Hospital this afternoon so that she could have her foot X-Rayed. It was supposed to happen on Monday, when she had a few appointments, but then her important appointment got cancelled at the last minute. Cue a very quick trip to Wilcox radiology before they closed for the day, which would have required us to go to the ER to see a radiologist.
And we're pretty tired of ERs.
When we got to Wilcox, we learned that they are seriously not ****ing around, despite the fact that we're still only at 3 total infections on this island.
The parking lot was emptier than I've ever seen it. Because most of the doctors are moving to teledoctoring only.
But the rest of the hospital looked like a war zone.
There were one to two guards at each door, only willing to let you in if you had appropriate reason. And denied coughing or having a fever. They were all armed with hand sanitizer, and you weren't allowed in unless you sanitizered.
We made an unnecessary trip through the (empty) main lobby, passed by the guard desk on the other side, then went over to the guard desk at radiology, which is apparently an adjacent building. We even got stickers here, to prove that we belonged.
(Clearly, this was all new, because the guards didn't entirely know what to do. Did they need to write Kimberly's name on her badge? Did I need one too?)
Inside, we found radiology mostly deserted too. They got Kimberly's insurance information, took her in for an X-Ray, and then got her back out within just several minutes. The TV was halfway through Double Jeopardy when we entered, and I made her wait 20 seconds or so after she returned so that I could see the Final Jeopardy answer (I'd incorrectly thought it was "The Marshall Service", but the correct answer was "The Texas Rangers". Only one of the contestants got it right. But I generally did much better on the questions than when I watched as a teenager.)
And we headed home after a stop at the _drive_through_ at Taco Bell. It was 4:45pm, and there was traffic, but no backup all the way home.
Meanwhile, my knee has been hurting for about three weeks now. I have no idea what I did, but whenever I twist it with weight on it, it hurts like a mofo. ("Doctor, doctor, it hurts when I do this." "Then don't do this!" But most notably: it hurts when I clean the cat box.) Time doesn't seem to have done anything, so I'm now moving to ice and NSAIDs. We had to buy an ice pack because: move.
I'm about at the point that I'd like to see a doctor, but ... I don't think a telecall would do it.
Life in the Age of COVID-19.