No Tests in My Neighborhood

Let me put the rumors to rest.

I have not yet been tested for #Coronavirus. Not because my doctor doesn’t want to test me. Not because I don’t want to be tested. Simply because there are no test available in our area yet. Trump lies, y’all. Flat out. If you don’t know this by now, it is simply because you are lying to yourselves.

I fell sick on Saturday. I was seen at Urgent Care on Sunday. They ruled out the flu.  Yes. I had the flu shot. On Monday I called for an appointment with my own physician. Here are the symptoms I was displaying:

  • Low-grade but consistent fever
  • Upset stomach
  • Congestion
  • Runny nose
  • Sore Throat
  • Earache (Congestion-related)

Because of these symptoms being indistinguishable really from those reported to be like the virus, I was sent by my doctor to the triage center for these symptoms: Another Urgent Care facility. I did not wait two hours. I waited maybe 10 minutes.

Never in all my years of doctor appointments I have encountered a physician more upset than the one I saw yesterday. I was the third patient she’d seen all day who she assumed to be presumptive positive. Assuming things isn’t something medical professionals like to do. At least not the doctors I deal with. The test will not be available in our are until Thursday at the earliest. Next week possibly. Until then I was sent home to self-isolate, bulk up on Zinc, Vitamin C, Elderberry, antioxidants, drink plenty of fluids, rotate Tylenol and Ibuprofen.

I’m not gonna lie. I wept off an on all afternoon. I haven’t seen Tim in two weeks because of schedule conflicts. The thought of going another 2 weeks without seeing him upset me. Additionally, I am alone. I hate being alone when I am sick. Some people (Tim) prefer it. Not me. I have never liked it. It’s one of those childhood things I’ve carried into adulthood. Fortunately, my kids are the sweetest and so are my friends. My grandsons videotaped their prayers for me. My daughter dropped off all the supplies I’d need, talked to me through the porch fence. One of my friends sat up late with me last night on the phone and made me laugh a lot. Another offered to drive me to the hospital should conditions worsen, putting herself at risk. “I don’t care,” she said. “Call me.”

The sun is shining. I am sitting on the porch typing this. I’ve down a Medicine Ball from Starbucks which has been a life saver and a cup of Airborne, which I swear by. I am pushing fluids. My temperature is down. Yay! (thanks for those prayers). I sound horrible unless you like the sound of a woman who has smoked for 40 years. But honestly, I feel better than I sound. When I get too anxious, I put the dog in the car and go for a drive. I’m self-contained in my car, and the beauty around here makes anyone feel better.

I hope the test are here by Thursday so we can know for sure. I believe I am on the mend, no matter how bad I sound.

As I told the doctor yesterday, the worst part has been the anxiety. She did not reassure me. It’s not really her job to reassure me. It’s her job to give me the facts. Facts are too often troubling. I am not reading anything in the news other than following election results. I don’t let the kids or anyone else tell me what they read about it either.

Fear is not your friend when you are feeling weakened physically and emotionally. The only thing any of us should really fear at this point is four more years of a Trump administration. It should be obvious to everyone by now that Trump’s primary interest is Trump. He cares more about selling the country a false narrative than about the safety, welfare and economic impact on Americans.

If you believe otherwise, it’s because Trump isn’t the only one lying to you – you are, too.

 

Karen Spears Zacharias is author of several books. She was a registered Independent until 2016, when she switched to being a Democrat. She is voting for Joe Biden and hopes you will join her in that effort. Whatever faults Biden has do not even begin to compare to the wrongs Trump has perpetuated over the last 4 years.

Karen Spears Zacharias

Author/Journalist/Educator. Gold Star Daughter.

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