The number of coronavirus cases in our county has increased. I don’t think we’re on track to catch up to the Pittsburgh area, but we went from a slow increase of couple of days to several every 24 hours. The governor has issued a stay-at-home order for our county, and our township declared a state of emergency. Because the county doesn’t have its own health department, for some reason, this means they don’t know anything about the confirmed cases, so we have no idea who they are, where they live, and where they might’ve contracted it.
The stay-at-home order doesn’t mean much for us–we were pretty much doing that anyway, and since I’m pregnant, I was already being diligent even before my doctor advised me to basically not leave the house anyway. Paul still has to go to work, and when he comes home, he throws his clothes in the wash. If we need anything, he goes out and gets it–even if we’re both out, I’ve been staying in the car. I carry hand sanitizer with me, and even if I don’t touch anything anywhere, I still use it to be safe.
The stay-at-home order does allow for outdoor activities and we had a really nice, warm weekend, so we went out twice–once to a park, once to a nearby fitness trail. The park was crowded, and not everyone was attentive to social distancing. It’s possible to use the walking path and keep plenty of distance between yourself and other people, and some people clearly just do not care. The trail the next day was a little better. Much fewer people, and most of them seemed to care a little more.
It was really good for me to get out. I haven’t been to the gym pretty much since morning sickness hit, and now, when I could probably handle going, it’s closed. No good walking spots near the house. I’m definitely moving slower–my pregnancy weight gain hasn’t been much, but things are definitely proportioned differently, and I’m far enough along where some of the third-trimester complains a lot of women have have started creeping it. Everything feels harder to do, and I needed to take more breaks than I normally would. But I’m comforted by the fact that not only is walking great exercise for me right now but that I don’t feel like doing it is kicking my ass.
This morning, the ongoing saga of trying to get a damn blood-glucose test in the era of coronavirus continued. Previously, I showed up only for the lab to have closed and called another outpatient lab to see if they did it. They did not, but they directed me to the one lab that does, so Paul and I went this morning. “Great,” I’m thinking, “this one is open and I’ve already made it further than the last time.” And then they couldn’t find the lab orders, even after calling the hospital, and a call to my OB/GYN went unanswered. Paul, as it turns out, wasn’t allowed to wait with me and took the opportunity to get groceries, so the plan was I’d wait for him and hope they’d call back in the meantime and head home and wait there otherwise.
I was paranoid their hours had changed–I knew they’d adjusted to closing in the afternoons, but I didn’t know if maybe that meant also a shorter week or a later start. So since it was close, I told Paul to drive by, and they were open…so he was like, “Well, let’s go in and get your orders,” and I was like, “How do I just go in and say, ‘Hey, no one answered the phone so I figured I’d come see if anyone was here?'” But we went in and pretty much did a nicer, less-weird version of that, explaining I’d gone to have it done, they didn’t have the orders, and got voicemail when they call. I left with them in hand, went back to the lab, and at least got registered and sent back. Paul went home while I drank this super sweet drink that tasted like flat orange pop last time but the time was more like…shitty Hawaiian punch or a Hug drink with like three times the amount of sugar. And you have to drink a full cup of it in five minutes, which for me, a notoriously slow drinker, was a struggle. And then I had my blood drawn every hour for three hours. I’ve got holes poked all in my arms.
I passed the time by alternating between reading and watching what they had on the TV, which was USA, which meant all-day police procedurals, which I’m fine with, and reading. I carry a small book in my purse for these situations, so The Two Towers has been in there for a good while now and I finally finished it. I moved on to my library book, which would be way overdue if not for the library being closed.
Rather than a half day, I took the full day off of work, which ended up being smart since getting this shit done took so much longer than I expected–I think by the time I got back to the lab, an hour had passed since I’d first gotten there to find they didn’t have the orders, so no way would I have made it back home for work in time. But also, I just straight up didn’t want to have to fast and have my blood drawn once an hour and then come home and work. So now I’m in bed in my jammies wanting to not fall asleep so I can get some other shit done but knowing that I’ll probably fall asleep.
So it goes.