Ugh, it is one of those days I can’t get moving. I slept until 11, did my morning computer rituals, minus the most important, email, then fell asleep for an hour and a half with the computer on my lap. That’s because there are things I need to do; cleanup chores in the apartment and shopping/walking. Despite all that I’m starting with blogging as I skipped yesterday. I hate when I get like this.
On Thursday I gave up waiting for the COVID-19 test results I took the previous Thursday and went to get tested, hopefully with both a rapid and a PCR. The night before I checked at this website, NYC COVID-19 Testing. I found two pop-ups close to me and each other. As a bonus they are both on one of the routes of my late lamented Donut Walks™. There was a line at the first, so I went on to the second. There was no line, so I got tested. The problem is that they don’t do rapid. I still wouldn’t know if I was safe to be around now. The ideal situation is getting a rapid test the same day you are to see people. Even if you get a false negative, you are unlikely to be infectious. I got tested then went back to the first place and waited online for the rapid test. I couldn’t believe how slowly the line moved. I was planning my letter to complain to the testing company and my City Councilman until it was my turn, The reason it was so slow was that it was self-testing. The people working there are not allowed to handle your test. So, they have to teach you how to use it. It was identical to home testing kits. Then when it was over you had to wait until the results were in. Then they called your number and gave you a card with your result. I imagine that the reason it’s done that way is they don’t need as highly trained personnel. The entire process took a little over an hour. The results were negative. As I was walking away with my results, I got a text. I assumed it had to do with the test. It did. The PCR I took a week earlier. That as negative too. As I didn’t have any major exposures since then I would not have been tested this week if I had known. I am going to the Knick Game Monday night and John Platt’s On Your Radar on Tuesday. Usually, I would rapid test before then but I’ll forgo that as all I’ll be doing is a quick shopping run before then. I will get tested next Friday to make sure I didn’t catch it at those events. I am going to those more out of support of friends than my own pleasure.
Yesterday I had my first therapy session in six weeks. I gave my therapist a hard time, but it was in jest, she knows that. I even tease her when she’s two minutes late calling me, and she points out when she extends our session two minutes. I have an exceptionally good but unusual relationship with my therapist. We had a lot of ground to cover. I’m proud of myself by cutting to the chase and starting with the issue I needed to take immediate action on even though that’s the most stressful for me. She pointed out near the end that I told her several things I handled much better than I would have when we just started. Things that would have dwelled on I now shrug off. I will add that I still feel the need to pat myself on the back every time I do it. It’s not natural yet. It’s not that they don’t bother me, it’s that I don’t let it grow into something big. After the session I realized that one of the things I miss is talking about these things with friends. If I do, they will grow, but I still get something out of talking about them. Telling them to the therapist is helpful. I still have the urge to tell friends, “[person’s name] did X and I feel slighted or annoyed. I have the urge to write them here. I don’t.
Now you know that I’m still alive so I can declare victory and post this. Now you should listen to this week’s edition of Gord’s Gold. Like The Expanse and my cooking, I always find it a revelation. I know I don’t hit a home run every week but like Tony Gwynn I never strike out. I’m genuinely proud of each show.
Wise Madness 