I’ve written several stories and articles about Covid. This one is true experience.
Ev and I tested positive on Wednesday morning this week. We’d both had nagging coughs and extreme fatigue, and felt far from well. After a frantic whole-house search for the government-issued tests, we did the test and discovered what we already knew: we were positive for COVID-19 after avoiding it for two years.
I called our family doctor who prescribed Paxlovid for both of us. Here’s where SNAFU after SNAFU began, and it is not yet solved on Friday morning.
After two trips to our pharmacy, only to be told they had not received the script from the doctors’ office, I made yet another call to our doctor’s office. The rather incompetent person who took my call (I know she was not in the office) I was told, “Oh, yes, the grocery story pharmacy doesn’t carry COVID meds. By then, it was late afternoon. She told me Walgreens and CVS carried them. I gave her the address for the closest Walgreens and she said she would have the prescriptions sent there. End of story, or so I thought. Late in the afternoon, my husband drove to pick up the prescriptions, and there was one for him but not for me.
It was too late to call the doctor’s office again, so I waited until yesterday morning (Thursday) to ask that my prescription be sent. “Oh, right away, Mrs. Jackson.” Late Thursday, my husband went to the drive-in window only to learned the prescription was there, but their computers were down so they couldn’t fill it. So, I broke all the rules and took one of the doses of my husband’s batch so that I could get started to feeling better. Maybe today I can get the meds I need.
I am not able to drive yet following my hip replacement surgery I had to cancel my therapy appointments. The timing of this infection couldn’t have been worse. This weekend is the groundbreaking for our new church, and the final two performances of “Sound of Music” we’ve looked forward to for months. Life continues, or so we hope, should be survive this lousy COVID bug. We’ve used four boxes of tissues and managed to survive so far. By some miracle, if this is a 5 day thing, we might get to some of our events on Sunday, but it will take a whole lot more energy than we possess at the moment.
That’s my story my foggy brain can tell at the moment.
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