This is a sign I put on my front door recently. I try to keep my sense of humor in all situations. Recently, neighbors have been ringing my doorbell. Without masks. I’m generally happy to see another human, but I wish they wouldn’t come to my door without a mask. It’s a little too close for comfort.
In any case, I didn’t want any interruptions while I was on my first ever virtual doctor visit. As it turned out there was something wrong with the connection so we hung up and he called me the old fashioned way.
Some offices were conducting virtual exams before the corona virus. It was already the wave of the future and Covid rushed it up a little. I like it. It’s nice not to have to maneuver the maze that is my rheumatologist’s parking tower. Up one elevator, down another and then up again. Crazy design.
Now that I’m so old my GP doesn’t examine me anyway unless I have a problem. And then she orders tests. Typically we talk. She asks questions. I ask questions. I’m perfectly happy to do that on screen.
If you have read this far, I thank you. I know this is boring, I feel fatally bored today; therefore I’m boring.
Someone please tell me what you’re doing to avoid succumbing to ennui. I’m in a state of despair.
Back On My Own 