LOL you and my 1st Mommy agree
@FranC but the only tests in town are at my work and they are the only game in town. I asked HR Insane Demons Containment factor of 12 if I could get tested after THEIR freaking HOLY TELEMEDICINE DOCTOR said I should, too, only like she was like, "We have no need to do that or change anything about your application currently so let us know if you get hospitalized and MAYBE then we'd consider it. I was like, "F you lady the hospital morgue can do it so you can't fake the results." Only I did not actually say that nor one of a jillion emails I wrote but did not send trying to explain a) they have not answered my ONE most important question, which is like "WHEN IS THE DEADLINE I CANNOT READ ANY OF THIS TEENY TINY PRINT AND I HAVE A HEADACHE." And also "Yes I am CERTAIN I HATE YOU MORE THAN ANYONE ELS ON THE PLANET too ,but I would not ignore or even gloat over your misfortune, you are disgusting. I spent hours rewriting the same email all equally unsendable and just called and recorded it mainly to keep ME in check. I was like "I just need a deadline I don't know how long I will be sick plus when I can talk to my doc." She kept repeating "as soon as possible" like 15 times in a row without answering, I started giving her hypotheticals and then was just like okay look I'm sure someone will be in touch if I am incapacitated or dead, so I will just get it in when I can and if I can't well the chips will fall and if needed the tall trees. She was like what? I was like oh I meant my family members. They are shockingly well connected and rich compared to you lot ,in fact I am sure my mom could provide the prudent reserve you lot never bothered to assemble ten times over. But whatever I guess."
So, Mother of Prepared for any catastrophe (she should manage the end times I am convinced) was like, "You need to be careful, really, I mean with your history well people get really oxygen deprived and don't even know it and I was like "COOL swollen toes walking dizinesss" But I did not make her want to feel worse and like so I was like, "I'm fairly sure the husband can check on me now and again, you know, perhaps it's time to like cut the mattress labels off so they can engage in their felonious nature, etc." (Every now and then isn't like enough really.)
Only then the Mother of Last Presumptive Force on Earth was like "I have pulse ox ometer you can put on and attach to a computer and if your O2 sats drop low enough it will shriek at least the husband awake."
I did not even ask but the kid is messengering it to like the o/n delivery postage service etc. So yeah I should feel better about not dying in my sleep although that has always been a dream of mine perhaps it is too soon.
Also she was like "You can't go to Phoenix! What if you get on those long stretches of nothing and your o2 sats Plummet" and I was like, "Well obviously I would try to call you and pant, "You were right " I mean I know you LOVE that." But I agreed to not even go to the freaking HALFWAY crap like, hospital in Bisbee but instead, visit the Douglas Hospital which I sometimes think is the name of a restaurant ironically named but holy crud, I agreed, I was like, "Que mama? okay si si," because I was too exhausted to argue.
I want to smoke a cigarette very badly but I haven't yet. You know this feels JUST what I remember the flu being like when I was young and healthy and like don't bother with the flu shot and you are 100% sure you are gonna die, but 95% of the time you don't? Well, it kind of feels like that.
I haven't smoked yet I don't plan to. Maybe some dope if thigs get dire but I feel that would be hard, too I mean INHALING it. It's been forever.
Anna
Tonight I an sleeping on the couch but I am staying awake as long as I can so I don't pass out too early and I can take my meds as late as I CAN.
I eagerly await like the two Tylenol, the anti coughing spasmodic and most of all my inhaler because it hurts less when I use it. It's gonna be fine I am fairly sure.
I am planning on sleeping lale tomorrow if I can so no one worry.
Anna
Oy. Night all later tomorrow. Etc.
Anna