This past week, I had doctors appointments, and I was still finishing up my contact with CMU virtually. On Wednesday, I had a gyro appointment, nothing serious just an annual exam. Friday, I had a dentist appointment. I was due in March, but because of COVID-19 I had to reschedule not once but twice. When I arrived to the dentist, I had to wait in my car until the hygienist was ready for me. When I received call, I went in, and had to wear my mask, and use hand sanitizer. The. The receptionist handed me a pen that was sanitized. It was so weird, but necessary I guess.
Once I was escorted by by the hygienist who was in full gear. She had a shield over her face, scrubs, and a mask, and gloves. When I sat in the chair, I used my sanitized pen to sign off on the consent forms, then the cleaning began. The only couple differences I noticed were that they did not rinse my mouth enough due to potential germs, and prior to her cleaning my teeth, I had to do a mouth rinse. Other than those few things everything seemed normal. I felt that they were very clean. I met with the dentist, who checked my mouth after the cleaning, and I received a good report. I will see them again in 6 months, which will be November.
The next Monday, I had bloodwork done. A while back, I went to my doctors because I was sick and she diagnosed me with bronchitis. She told me I had a large thyroid and wanted me in for bloodwork after I felt better. Well I never went for bloodwork, but I have been wondering about it, and maybe it was time to get the bloodwork done, but it might explain a few things. I went to UPMC Montefore to get my bloodwork done.
When I arrived, I parked in the garage, and walked into the hospital. I had my mask on, but they asked me if I wanted another one. I gratefully accepted. The medical ones are way easier to breathe in. Then another nurse took my temperature and of course I didn’t have a fever. Then another nurse gave me a sticker saying I passed and the date. It was the easiest test ever. I took the elevator to the 5th floor, and went to the lab. The woman at the desk asked me if I had my labels? I said, no the doctor faxed in my order, and I have never been here before, so I am not sure where I need to go. She said, well you need your labels, go down the hall to the glass doors, and you will need to be checked in there to receive your labels. I smiled and said thank you. I went down the hall to the lobby with the glass doors, and checked in with the receptionist. She printed my labels and told me where to go. I said, thank you. I went back to the lab, and I checked in and told them I had my labels. It was a man behind the desk this time. He took my labels and told me to have a seat.
So I took a seat, and few mins later, he told me to go down the hall to the first door on the left. I went down the hall to the first door on the left. He told me to have a seat, I took a seat and set my purse down and he got to work on my left arm. I hate getting my blood drawn, IVs, and needles. The rude woman came into the room, and asked if I had my labels? I smiled and said. “Yes, I do.” You know I kept going back to this thought we are all in this together. Yes, it kind of sucks right now, but it is what it is.
After my bloodwork, I went home. I had to log in for CMU, or at least be available.