S'okay my mom well, texted first and I probably texted her something as specifically unreadable as that last post (it was right after YOGA and I hurt but sort of in a bad/good way.) She wanted to know how I was and I told her including the sniveling at Walmart because I couldn't be a Walmart greeter even and how I didn't even CARE anyway because death was preferable.
I think it was a ton less legible than that, but like, my "indestructible phone" screen is dead (to be fair, I MAY have stepped on it so I truly can't tell you (the husband said I did and I said "I can't even imagine." He said "I can." And normally I cop to that stuff but in this instance I did not want to, so I said, "Do you have video proof?" and he said, "No." So we are at an impasse.) But me "dictating" a text is ill-advised even if I'm not driving. So. She called me up and told me to get MYSELF to the ER ASAP (probably Thursday since I do have job interview tomorrow which normally I tell me, "Everyone SAYS when it comes to "performance" the sleep the day before is what matters ONLY last night I couldn't and today I was awoken by Short Term Disability Canada chick being all like "Whee, you don't test COVID POSSIBLE WE PAY YOU NOTHING!!!" More or less. She was so
thrilled it was suspicious. I hope I did not tell her to go f

hereself, but waking up, I can imagine me saying that to almost ANYONE except my dear child, and now that he is an adult he is probably not spared. I did avoid it all those, "Robot Voice Modulator, "Mommy I am a Robot Wake Up Wake up," anyway this chick sounded like she was on helium or something, so I probably didn't either, I was like, "Sigh it's my kid why is he excited about my lack of virus.
Anyway, I think my mom like interpreted the general TONE of my text and called me and told me to get me to the ER for an antibody test and some actual treatment and I was not going to "win" against an illness by "Fighting it in battle." I was like ,"Yeah ,but I think I might though." and she was like, "Yes, yoga queen you are going to be the most muscular corpse in Douglas." I said it was "A little light activity" and she said, "I have seen you. You lie." Then I started crying and talking about being a Walmart greeter and she used that to her home court advantage and I ended up agreeing I only had SO many useful LIFE points so she was all like, "DO IT DO IT GO I will send you money if you need it, you little weirdo."
So Thursday. The Oro Valley Hospital (it's the nicest one I know when the governor made all hospital grounds non smoking well) they turned the smoking area into the "Memorial Fountain Former Smoking Bench" and there is a small red arrow to flush your butts down and if you are not staff well, um, the husband may find it useful.
I suppose waiting like 10 days for a test that will be negative when I can go cry an hospital staff like and get an antibody test and maybe some actual treatment makes
sense.
She was all like, "IDK on the job interviews." I was like MOM I have to GO they take like 4-5 months for the whole process I realize I cannot return to work like TOMORROW.
Anna