Everything can seem to be a certain way until it doesn’t.
Everything looked fine about my attending a week-long conference in NYC the first week in March, until it wasn’t.
As of this morning, several people from the conference have tested positive for the coronavirus, including somebody I spent most of my time with there.
As soon as I noticed a low grade fever two days after I returned from the conference, I alerted my workplace and my doctors. Even though everything seemed fine at that point, I suspected it wasn’t.
And my fevers were low until they weren’t.
And we believed there would be enough coronavirus tests available to test me, but there wasn’t.
There will be egregiously low access to testing in this country until there isn’t.
Because of all the scary reports of how the coronavirus might affect somebody like me (over 60 with a chronic heart issue), my immediate future is going to worry me until it doesn’t.
As I am home in self-quarantine with Michael and the cats, I am taking photos of what cheers me up until it doesn’t.
That was a tale of two kitties until it wasn’t.
I’m constantly monitoring my low grade fevers until they aren’t.
Pasta is still my favorite food until it isn’t.
This recent email exchange with my cardiologist strikes me as funny until it doesn’t:
There is nothing you can do now. If you spike a fever or get short of breath you should come to the hospital. As you know even if tested positive the plan would be to stay home.
Contact me if anything comes up.
Could you promise to save me a ventilator if I need one?
For old time’s sake,
I’ll have them give you mine!
This post keeps going on until it doesn’t.