It has been interesting.
I had a swollen left foot over a week ago and was directed to the local hospital for a blot clot scan. So many people have been sitting at home during this Coronavirus fun that blood clots are a real problem. Nope. Wasn't a clot. Next, I met with an infamous foot doctor in town who not only worked on my foot, he repeatedly answered the office phone and treated other patients all at the same time. But, he was crazy like a fox. At the end of the visit (he walked me out to my car), he told me there was nothing wrong with my foot then asked when I had bought my compression hose. When I replied 2005, he told me to buy a new pair and my foot will be fine.
I did and it is.
For a few days, life was good as I continued to do the Boot Camp from a pulmonary rehab place in New York City and was feeling pretty good.
Last Wednesday, I had a headache that stretched from ear to ear. I NEVER have headaches. Headaches...symptom of the Coronavirus. Wednesday night, I was awakened with a severe headache plus a nice run of diarrhea. Diarrhea...symptom of the Coronavirus. Fatigued? Yes. Fever? No.
I phoned my primary doctor Thursday morning, who met with me for a video appointment. She said that with my pulmonary issues, it would be best to be tested just to be safe. We met in the parking lot behind the clinic, she came out in full protection garb then took my vitals before swabbing my nose and throat.
Then, we waited.
Thursday afternoon, the results were negative for other flus. Great.
We continued to wait.
Friday afternoon, I finally got the results for the Coronavirus. Not detected.
Sharing the news with my transplant coordinator, she wants me to phone her again on Monday to let her know how I am feeling.
It is going to be a long haul before I will be able to relax out in the world. It is so dangerous for those of us with severe lung diseases. I also know this will probably not be the only time I will be tested.
