Yesterday I joined the thousands of people around the world getting a COVID test. No worries. I feel fine. I have no symptoms. A negative test is necessary before they will let me into the surgical center for my foot surgery on Friday. I’m certain a negative test result is what they’ll get.

Since COVID reared its ugly head in 2020, I have only had need to get two tests. The first test was because I had a few of the symptoms and had spent the day before with some of my grands. I wanted to assure the parents that they needn’t worry about their children, and I was able to assure them of that very thing as my test was negative.

I’m thankful that both of my tests have been recent and not at the beginning when the person giving the test had to practically go into your brain to get the nasal swab. When the nurse came out of the building to do the swab, I looked at her suspiciously. “Are you giving me the swab that practically goes through the top of my head?” I asked. She cheerfully showed me the very short swab stick. “Nope,” she said. “This one will be painless.”

I didn’t even have to get out of my car. I will say this about the powers-that-be who deal with the COVID: Once they get a handle on the situation, everything is easy-peasy. For both of my vaccine shots, I didn’t have to get out of the car. For my booster, I had to walk into an actual building to get the jab. I felt quite put-upon for my effort. As for the test, it took me a half hour to get to the surgery center, a half hour to get back home, and 10 seconds to get the swab.

I wasn’t home more than a few minutes before my phone rang. It was someone else from the surgery center calling to get every little bit of medical information they could drag out of me prior to the surgery. I’m always somewhat surprised to realize that aside from arthritis and bowel obstructions, I’m quite a healthy person. When she asked me how much I drink, I answered her quite truthfully, “I have one or two glasses of wine a week.” Hey, it’s not my fault she didn’t ask about gin or whiskey.

Later this morning I will take Bill over to his dermatologist to do some minor surgery. Then I will spend the afternoon practicing on my scooter in preparation for the next few weeks. My posting may be a bit hit-or-miss for the next week or so, but I’ll be back full strength very soon.