Care in the age of Coronavirus
((Normally I'd have posted in the DU Lounge, but since this is related to CV...))
A few of you may recall I broke my tibia and fibula about two months ago.
Yesterday, the medical clinic moved up the left ankle cast cut and X-ray from 7 Apr to today. The clinic had reserved most of its underground parking for pharmacy curbside service, so I parked in the outside handicapped area and watched the next door building be demolished ((to be replaced with a new/expanded facility)). Thru 0900 most of those going in were staff (almost all wearing masks) with a few picking up from the pharmacy. The second floor parking lot and entrance was sealed off, so that everyone had to answer Twenty Questions that masked teams were posing at the two first-floor entrances. The waiting room was deserted. ((I think they were trying to care for only those patients needing direct-contact care.)) In the cast room, they cut it off. Down in radiology, no one else was there, so I didn’t have the chance to sit down in the every-other-seat-blocked area. Three X-rays later, went back up to the cast room. My doctor was talking to another patient, and it came out this clinic would be closing during the next week ((maybe a patient or staffer tested positive??)), so needed care would be done at the plan's regional urgent care facility ((right, sure, get your CV at THAT location)). He pronounced himself Finally Satisfied at the progress and let me escape into a boot, with follow-up X-ray planned for 4 May. I asked him where it would be? He thought it would be at this facility, but he didn’t know.
Now five pounds lighter (ha.ha.).
