There were one or two (or ten) more conversations that took place behind my privacy curtain, that I would prefer not to have heard. I’ve worked hard to purge them forever from my brain.
One stuck, however.
“Gammy” woke, the day of my escape, with a weepy eye and a cough, which I paid no attention to, until I happened to overhear the words “vaccine” and “not”.
My roommate was not vaccinated and she was coughing and had a goopy eye.
Signs of possible Covid!
While I saw no point in panicking, it made me all the more determined to escape.
My roommate had also been admitted as an emergency. I had been asked whether I was vaccinated. Presumably if I’d said “no” I would have been tested?
The hospital had no way to separate vaccinated from non-vaccinated patients and they can’t refuse to treat someone who is not vaccinated.
But if I had caught the damn virus on top of everything else, I would be really mad!
It’s been 16 days since my escape…
Meanwhile, since I’m still on the same sad subject, consider this piece of nonsense:
Last Wednesday I had the staples removed. This required the one-time use of this set of tools.
As the doctor felt as I do about WASTE, she offered them to me and when I got home I had a look:
Made in Pakistan….
Packaged in Mexico?
Tell me how that can possibly be efficient or thrifty. In due course there will be an itemized bill and I shall find out the cost of these three “one-time” items.
Full moon, 20th September 2021
The day I rushed off to my fun frolic in hospital, I was scheduled for an acupuncture appointment which I was obliged to cancel at very short notice.
It’s not the sort of thing I do and I sent my practitioner an apology note. It turns out, she was not there herself.
She had tested positive for Covid and spent a very miserable week as well.
That virus does sneak it’s ugly head in. Even here.