Old fashion popcorn, I tell ya what. Too many thoughts to contain. Picture the machine at the movie theater concession. When that bad boy begins to blow and the kernels pop and spill out. I can almost smell the goodness. Yeah buddy! We’re cooking with hot oil.
I’m off today and don’t do well with idle time. Work which I love btw despite my sometimes haranguing is a necessary distraction. What can I say? I’m cursed.
Anyhoo. I had a CT scan with contrast this morning. John the Fantastic Radiologist hereby known as John FR just so happens to be an Army veteran. His name tag shows it. I like that idea. He obviously is very good at what he does. Despite technical challenges, we got through the procedure together. Here is where I wrote about my vein incident. But there was so much more packed into our hour together.
First things first. Much has changed since my 2020 visit to STRIC = South Texas Radiology Imaging Center. One does not have to pay for parking if you arrive before 9am. That makes me happy. I always felt like paying to park was a donation. I mean the lot is typically bought and paid for. How much maintenance can there be? And I’m not adverse to donating for a cause. Just don’t gouge me.
Second things second. The protocols have changed. Last time I had to stand in the hallway, get a temperature check, and verify paperwork already filled in before entering the lobby which was reduced to minimal capacity. As much as they could, people were placed in rooms quickly to avoid congregating. Today we walked right in and stood on dots six feet apart that had been previously pushed out to the hallway. The check in was back in the usual spot but the paperwork was still prefilled. Win/win. Every other chair was open. The hurry to get folks back to the back seemed less intense.
I imagine this is because of the vaccine or because we have learned more about what’s what when it comes to the Rona. And by we I mean the scientists and people in the know. The decisions makers. I’m Jane Q Public who is out of the loop. I simply do as I am told. Is that awful? Maybe but oh well.
John FR said something that affirmed my suspicions. I had to remove my mask to drink water as he got the IV going. He sensed my reluctance to drop the mask. Made light of mask protocol and the changes. I piped up that I am double vaccinated as of 3/1 so I wasn’t worried. Him too as of January. Anyway, he says “all we can do is follow the science” and “I read study/real science by someone at MIT which confirmed 6 ft or 60 ft when in an enclosed space without the windows to open and draft to pull, it makes no difference” He continues “which we knew all along”. Well I didn’t know all along. I only assumed. Which subliminally may be why I only feel comfortable in public peoplely places that are outdoors. Even if I am overreacting … which is probably the case.
I just want to know what is the TRUTH! Before July preferably which when I have to go back to the hotbox at 9800 Fred Rd. Things I am sure of (mostly). They are not putting us in harm’s way. This exercise is all about appearances. Well that and money. The root is always money. Forget follow the science, follow the money. They have done absolutely everything to make things safe as evidenced by being named one of 12 well/health/safety something or other certified buildings in the US. The decision makers are going back first. They surely wouldn’t put themselves in danger. I wonder if their part of the building aka the C suite has a bunker. LOL! Ya know for extra safety. Let us pions be outside the bubble. Now I am MSU = making stuff up.
See why I need work to distract me. Left to my own devices, I go bonkers. Just a lil bit huh?
Glad you agree. Hehe.
Okay, I am done. For now. I think. Unless later today I need a part tribus aka part three 🙂
As always, more to come.