I speak with my county health dept contact at lunchtime and the end of her shift. She tries to get the lab results, but there are none. She’s extremely sympathetic and frustrated for me. 25/N #covid19purgatory
So now it’s Wednesday night and my #covid19 test results still aren’t back, despite having taken the test LAST THURSDAY. Tomorrow is my #covid19purgatory weekaversary! 25/N
Now I know things could be worse. I still have a nagging cough but otherwise feel fine. My family is extremely board and cabin-feverish, but otherwise fine. We can get groceries delivered. We have good health insurance, so we count our blessings. 27/N #covid19purgatory
There have been other surreal moments, like a hospital bureacrat walking into my ER room without a mask despite the red stop sign. She asks me to sign something and jokes if I have “corona.” I say I don’t know. She mutters “Oh fuck” and flees the room. 28/N #covid19purgatory
But apart from absurd comic moments like that, it’s been a week of frustration and worry. Not so much for me, but for my family, friends and community - and how the hell we get through whatever happens next. 29/N #covid19purgatory
I still doubt I have #covid19. Either way, we’ll get through it. But I’m sitting here a short drive from DC in a community with some of the best healthcare in the world. And yet, I can’t get straight answers. 30/N #covid19purgatory
