I have a scratchy throat and a very runny nose. I am trying to decide whether to use one of my gov’t issued rapid Covid tests.
I’m being a hermit these days, so my plan would be “Wait til I have to be in close proximity to people, and see if my symptoms subside before that.”
But, if you will be Out ‘N’ About, especially indoors close to people, take the test if only for your peace of mind.
But then, I’m paranoid that I’ll give a virus (Covid or cold) to someone else. I figure I can always buy more tests.
You can go back to that same website and order another set of tests. My second set came even faster than the first set.
I had taken a friend to the ER and got stuck waiting for about 4 hours, stayed gloved and masked, tried to touch as little as possible, showered and changed clothing as soon as we got home and I had a slight sore throat, more of a nagging tickle, and a slight runny nose so I tested at the 2 week point and yup, both had that pesky second line.
I am running a slight fever, sleepy all the time again [I just got down to about 12 hours a day from 15-16 hours dammit] and have no appetite though I seem to smell and taste fine.
Self isolating, luckily I don’t have another medical appointment for 5 weeks. Called my oncologist to let him know, and am monitoring my temp, glucose, BP and blood ox.
Remember to drink a whole bunch of water and stay warm. I’m sorry this happened to you.
thanks =) shit happens, and I have a vat [well a gallon] of homemade chicken soup on the stove, and previously made the same of rischert and froze it so all I need to do is grab and nuke =)
Get better.
I started fighting a fever Tuesday night, and was still feeling sick Wednesday afternoon. Since I’d spent last weekend at a local function where almost nobody was masked (due to relaxation of mask restrictions) I decided to use one of the self-tests I’d gotten. Negative. However, Thursday morning I still had a fever, among other symptoms, so I made an appointment with a same day clinic. Since one of the symptoms was mild chest pains, they ran an EKG. Suddenly I’m being sent to the ER with rapid heartbeat and A-fib.
They run more tests and keep monitoring me. I spend the night in the ER because the hospital kind find me a room. At first they’re talking I may be there a few days which they consider some treatments, including trying to shock me back to a normal rhythm. However, continued EKGs show my heart returning to normal, and they decide it’s safe to sent me home with some new medications.
That’s not my rant, however. Once they decide I’m free to go, it took them three hours to do the paperwork, remove the two IVs they’d installed, and get prescriptions to the hospital pharmacy for the new meds. Since I don’t drive, they give me a voucher for a cab to take me home. Then I have to walk halfway across the hospital to the pharmacy, then back to the ER because that’s where the cab has to pick me up. Supposedly they’ve arranged for the pickup so the cab will be waiting when I get back. Nope. I call the number on the voucher and get told the cab will be there “in a half-hour to forty-five minutes”. An hour and change later the cab finally arrives; I don’t get home until nearly 9PM.
Oh, and did I mention that because of the planned and then undone tests I wasn’t allowed to eat the whole time I was in the ER? They did give me a sandwich and a mini-can of ginger ale after they’d decided to spring me. 
Here’s a mini-rant for you: some classless buffoon in my county has been writing in library books. Nothing too serious, mostly just editorial marks whenever there’s a typo, but sometimes they feel the need to editorialize. Like the one I just found in Three Hands in the Fountain when Falco and his partner chase after some criminals who tried to beat them up. They were babysitting Falco’s daughter Julia at the time and when they ran off, Classless Buffoon wrote in the margin, “Where’s Julia?” Threw me right out of the story that did.
Fortunately Classless Buffoon has enough sense to use pencil, so I can remove their irritating marks. Still, I’m about to start a Taken-type quest to find this person and jab their pencil in their eye. DON’T WRITE IN LIBRARY BOOKS!
(Goofus and Gallant, at the Walmart self-checkout, which does not require each item to be weight checked after scanning)
Goofus: Sloooowly takes each item out of his cart, scans it, and then caaaarefully places it in a bag. One by one, until everything is scanned.
Gallant: Quickly scans each item and tosses it the cart. Then moves out of the self-checkout area to bag his items.
Thanks for the post-retirement advice… I’d love to take this up as a hobby (I may on occasion carry Super-Stick Post-Its, to correct grammar on flyers and grafitti).
I cannot seem to keep the damn baggers from double bagging my groceries. Yesterday I asked that my small amount of groceries goes in one bag. Then the bagger took the one bag and put it into a second bag. I caught that as it was happening and stopped it. When I got home I found that the jar of sauce was wrapped up in it’s own bag and put in with the other crap. Like a wrapping of 2 mil plastic is going to provide some cushion
I am apparently going to have to become the crazy person the store has to deal with. Pull up to the conveyor and wait until I have the attention of the cashier and bagger. Tell them both I will bag my own groceries. Then unload my groceries onto the conveyor. Otherwise they are going at it before I look up from my cart.
And to forestall the comments: Yes I normally bring my own bags but got distracted by a phone call and left them in the car which I didn’t realize until I was checking out. I also bag my own any place it is possible but this store does not have self check-out.
Very mini rant based on observation while dining out last Saturday.
We we’re invited out to dinner while visiting Chicago. Our reservation is at 7 for 7 people. It’s at our hosts favorite Mexican restaurant. We arrive and are immediately seated at a long table at the back of a room. Place is pretty crowded and noisy. The big TV iin the opposite end of the room is tuned to a basketball game, the final four.
A waiter follows us to the table and takes drink orders. While he’s there I hear my friend ask the waiter to turn off the TV, it’s too loud and she doesn’t like to watch tv while dining. He mumbles some reply and goes away.
I was shocked at her brazen ballsy request, i admit I laughed and kind of teased her like for real you think they’ll shut off the idiot box in the middle of playoffs for you little lady at the back of the room?!! Dead serious she said yes, we come here all the time why not? Lol I forgot who I was dealing with. The game stayed on the volume was not adjusted. Snerk.
No, but if the jar breaks or leaks, the sauce won’t get all over the other groceries.
Sounds like that’s how they’ve been trained by management.
May I ask why it bothers you? Just re-use the bag as a trash can liner or something.
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simply bitching because it wasn’t me lol
Not speaking for @Kelevra but it annoys me when this happens because I was raised by Depression babies. I don’t have a use for the flimsy bags (which usually have a hole in them) but feel obligated to do something to reuse or recycle them.
I start to raise my voice the second time someone bags my stuff in one of those flimsy bags so they can put the bag in my bags. Even worse is when I bitch about bringing my bags and them using a plastic bag, so they take my stuff out of their plastic bag and then THROW it away.
I fired a grocery store over that and yes I did take the time to write to corp cause I’m retired and have time to bitch.
It also annoys me when I ask for ONE pack of sauce and the worker tosses a handful in the bag. I don’t want any fucking green M&M’s either!!!
You sound like this is the worst damn thing that ever happens to you. If it is, I envy you.
This is the mini rants thread. Y’know, the place where we bitch about essentially inconsequential irritations that drive us nuts?