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We are living in strange times.
I never thought I'd be fuming that my grocery delivery did not include the toilet paper or paper napkins I'd ordered; or that I'd be discouraged from going to the grocery store myself.
I never thought I'd be chatting with my oncologist on the phone instead of going in to see him for a follow-up appointment.
I never thought that I'd be afraid of what could happen if I were hurt or came down with cellulitis (which happens about every 1-3 years), they might not be able to care for me in a timely manner at the Emergency Room.
I never thought that getting my dog's Bordatella (kennel cough) vaccine and Rabies vaccine (for which he's due in seven weeks or so) would be difficult (the veterinary practice is not doing regular shots at the moment; I managed to persuade my vet, hopefully we'll get it done sometime this week).
I never thought that the United States would be so short of much needed medical supplies as masks and respirators and ventilators.
But here we are...
I survived cancer 20 years ago. I'm surviving it again now; it came back in late 2018, metastatic breast cancer; but estrogen-sensitive, so chemotherapy pills and and estrogen blockers have shrunk the tumors. I intend to survive the COVID-19 pandemic. My partially suppressed immune system renders me more vulnerable; but I also am lucky enough to have retired. I live alone, so I don't have to worry about other people bringing home germs. And I'm an introvert who loves reading and fooling around on the internet while watching TV. (my cousin, a 70-year-old dedicated martial artist, is upset that the martial arts training club he goes to is temporarily shut down; but he does workouts by Skype with his trainer)
So my dog and I are doing pretty well. I hope that all my LJ friends can say the same, and that we will all come through this to better times.
I never thought I'd be fuming that my grocery delivery did not include the toilet paper or paper napkins I'd ordered; or that I'd be discouraged from going to the grocery store myself.
I never thought I'd be chatting with my oncologist on the phone instead of going in to see him for a follow-up appointment.
I never thought that I'd be afraid of what could happen if I were hurt or came down with cellulitis (which happens about every 1-3 years), they might not be able to care for me in a timely manner at the Emergency Room.
I never thought that getting my dog's Bordatella (kennel cough) vaccine and Rabies vaccine (for which he's due in seven weeks or so) would be difficult (the veterinary practice is not doing regular shots at the moment; I managed to persuade my vet, hopefully we'll get it done sometime this week).
I never thought that the United States would be so short of much needed medical supplies as masks and respirators and ventilators.
But here we are...
I survived cancer 20 years ago. I'm surviving it again now; it came back in late 2018, metastatic breast cancer; but estrogen-sensitive, so chemotherapy pills and and estrogen blockers have shrunk the tumors. I intend to survive the COVID-19 pandemic. My partially suppressed immune system renders me more vulnerable; but I also am lucky enough to have retired. I live alone, so I don't have to worry about other people bringing home germs. And I'm an introvert who loves reading and fooling around on the internet while watching TV. (my cousin, a 70-year-old dedicated martial artist, is upset that the martial arts training club he goes to is temporarily shut down; but he does workouts by Skype with his trainer)
So my dog and I are doing pretty well. I hope that all my LJ friends can say the same, and that we will all come through this to better times.