I had a late night prior Sunday. And then I was quarantined for a few days.
Oh, and get this:
I too have felt the sharp pain of a cotton swab down my gullet.
COVID testing is a quagmire.
For one thing it’s a slog to even get and you need to know secret phrases.
insurance: “It’s a 2 week waiting list.”
me: “Someone coughed on me. I have sick family members*, how can I get one today?”
*covid19 is currently reeking havoc on the Latin community.
(we’re essential, afterall)
doc: “Hmm, does your heart still hurt?”
(It never has)
me: “… what?”
doc: “I’m worried that your preexisting health condition may put you at high risk –
(he winks, I can hear him over the receiver)
“… better send you to the ER.”
me: “I need that test. My mom can’t get this, let’s do it.”
The ER isn’t simply the ER anymore.
We’re talking sealed tent structures and doctors with full Chernobyl gear. This triggered existential fears ingrained in me from watching ET as a child.
I had a mask but the Vader docs and this massive triage tent just made me turn white.
(which is notable on a brown person)
FYI: If you exaggerate symptoms or if you’re simply a hypochondriac with free time, know that you (in my case, my well-meaning doctor) just signed on for a slew of other tests.
· Blood work
· Xrays
· EKG
· Covid swab test, but with bigger swabs and more vigorous sample collecting because they can tell you (or your doctor) lied.
I couldn’t stop sweating.
The EKG was nearly impossible to administer with my damp skin.
me: “I think I’m good, can I leave Camp COVID now Lord Vader?”
doc: “Yeah, your EKG is good wait outside.”
Cue:
12 min of basking in UV light because:
1. I heard it kills viruses.
2. My DNA finds your yellow sun far superior to our red one.
(Mexico has a red sun, no joke)
In all seriousness, my time waiting outside the triage tent was awful.
This pandemic is burning through our most fragile populations. I saw three elderly people go into that tent, frail, paper thin skin, and horrified.
I’m not sure if they’ll leave.
A mask. That’s the least we can do.
I’d suggest everything else but what I witnessed proves we’re not following any advice as a populace.
“They can be a great people …”
—Jor El
For the record, I think the best thing about Americans is their individualism.
As an immigrant, you come here with nothing but grit, and somehow that’s enough.
Grit has a value here.
I love that.
But one person can’t save our stricken populace. It’s a team effort.
Wear the mask. Encourage others, lead by example.
I got my test results yesterday.
— negative —
So pleased, but then again I am a germophobe.
I’m still upset at the conditions that sent me to Camp COVID, someone purposely coughed on me, as a joke.
Scene:
me: “… can you please put on your mask?”
jerk: “… I can’t live like that – cough.”
(stupid laugh)
Not funny or appropriate.
His joke kept me away from my family for three days.
As I’m writing this my cousin, another essential employee is in the ER.
He tested positive. He isn’t doing well.
That’s it.
I’m not really pleased or hopeful at the moment.
I just want you to wear a mask so my mom doesn’t get sick.
—louis hernandez
Flommist Louis Herdandez is obsessed with going Bauhaus and becoming The Machine. Preferably a drill press. Copyright © 2020 Louis Hernandez. Foto by flommist Danny Joe Gibson.
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