Folks keep asking how I am. Including Doug Imbrogno over at WestVirginiaVille, so I wrote an essay. It’s over there —> on their site.
I drew a self-portrait for the piece, but Doug, founder and editor, didn’t use it. Alas. My artistic talents are unappreciated.
COVID Update: I started feeling bad on Monday. Was tested Tuesday and got a positive result on Thursday. Today is Saturday. I am somewhat better and thus far this has not even been as bad as a cold. Very odd. If I were prone to conspiracy theories, I might buy into it, but I’ve read too many stories of people really suffering. I am thankful to not be one of those people. And I appreciate your thoughts, spells, candles, prayers, juju and magic. It’s working!
My boyfriend made arrangements for two pulse oximeters to be delivered to the house. For those of you without my experience, a pulse/ox is a device that measures pulse rate and blood oxygen saturation levels. It’s that thing they put on your finger at the doctor’s office.
It’s the most thoughtful gift I’ve ever received: one for me and one for my mother.
We did have a bit of excitement today. It seems that one of the pulse oxes (oxen?) doesn’t work so well. Mom’s reading came in at a 90% oxygen level and I got kind of excited. I called her doc’s office and once again he didn’t call back. I’m learning to loathe him. Finally, I called 911 and they sent EMS out to take her vitals. She’s fine — other than being sick with what is probably COVID_19.
Other than that I’ve had two naps and 12 meals. Stress makes me eat. This too shall pass.
(Connie hits “buy now” on the 40-pack of ToastChee peanut butter crackers at the Amazon.)