I finally managed to get my retest for the COVIDs today after trying for three days straight.
We arrived at 12:45, the testing centre didn’t even open until 14:00, but if we had arrived even five minutes later? We wouldn’t have gotten in!!!
I would be a lot less salty if I wasn’t convinced that the majority of those people waiting ahead of us in the queue weren’t trying for last-ditch tests to allow them to leave the state for Christmas trips.
We were then waiting in the car, all of us, for four hours! The kids did really well overall. I did have to pull #1 Son out of school early to do it, which annoys me, but there’s only 2.5 days in total this week, so it could be worse.
Unfortunately, that time in the car really did a number on the hus-creature’s back. It took him over 10 minutes to get out of the car into the house when we got back. It was serious enough that when I caught him trying to bring in some of the packages that had been delivered in our absence? He got the full on Mom Voice.
To the extent that #1 Son asked me:
Mom? What did dad do to get that?
Now we wait. I’m in the unenviable position of wishing for a positive test so that there is an end date to the first part of this nightmare.
- Hus-creature – December 21st
- #1 Son – December 25th
- TT – December 27th
In theory my dates match with #1 Son’s, but without the confirmation of the positive test, I’m merely what they consider a “presumed positive” which is complicated and irritating.
The cat was not impressed with how long we were gone – and we are fairly sure she has contracted it too so she’s not overly impressed with us anyway.
But we snuggled down for a cuddle which is unusual, as the hus-creature is her preferred human.
And to top it off? Tonight is December 21st, the Winter Solstice, the shortest night of the year. There is also a Great Conjunction.