And I'm flying to where they accept (c) Part 7. Very scary
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Please don't read this if you're nervous!
I warned you!
History of the trip.
Of course, we had to fly in the usual composition - me, Vadik, Verka. Booked two rooms. I categorically did not intend to live in the same room with Verka. And she, resigned to this, paid 20 percent more than half the double was worth. Can afford.
The upcoming delivery of the debility test was very annoying. Spread 850 hryvnia for nothing! I don't remember when I had my last test. Probably in a past life. And pay - never. I don't work for a pharmacy either. The last thing I bought there was a pregnancy test. A couple of years ago, in order to make sure that this menopause quietly crept up, and not pregnancy at all (God forbid! ).
And here on you! I also got under the roller of the system. It was a little reassuring that the Joins deliberately reduced the price by $30, exactly the cost of passing the test. In Egypt. But there we were very afraid to take it - we read horror stories about the imprisonment of tourists with positive tests. Need to take home. 850 hryvnias is about the same 30 bucks. But it turned out that this is the base price. Plus 70 for transfer, plus 500 for urgency. Urgency was necessary for us, otherwise we will not meet. Total 1420. Fuck!
7 days before departure. Giving the remaining 70% of the money for the tour, I tortured the travel agent with a predilection for the subject, but what happens if one of us tests positive? She looked at me warily. Are you sick? But no, of course! I just have an obsession that the test will be a false positive. I was told that then the comprehensive insurance we purchased would come into force, which includes the non-flight, for which we paid as much as 400 hryvnias against the usual one for 250. This calmed me down a bit.
True, in addition to straining with testing, there was news about a shark attack. And the “kind” travel agent threw off a photo the day before:
But sharks are just that. I'm afraid of them, of course, but not really. It was much more terrible for me to think that in connection with this incident, they would fence a couple of meters from the pontoon with buoys, and we would all splash around there. Swimming along the reef is prohibited. And why should I go there? Devour-swell?
5 days before departure. We decided to go to church with Vadik. Haven't been for 2 weeks. We must confess and take communion. Little whether that? And the church is closed! I call a familiar diligent parishioner. She said that the father fell ill with pneumonia, he was injected with antibiotics. There will be no service today. It will be shortened tomorrow. And during the two weeks that we were absent, half of the parish also managed to get sick. Nobody took the test. Oops!
I was not afraid to get sick. Well, I'll get sick, well, I'll recover. If it were not on the eve of the trip...
Having doubted for a while, I decided to go to church myself. It's better to save Vadik. I will pray for myself and for that guy.
Just don't ask me why I took such a risk. If you do not understand, it is useless to explain. By the way, so that you understand, there are medical workers among our parishioners. And the head of the department of oncology.
The parish appeared almost in full force. The poor priest could hardly stand on his feet, but after the "collective confession" everyone who wished was communed, as it should be. And I am one of them.
After the service, Sunday at the dacha passed as usual. In the evening, by the fireplace, cognac went so nicely!
3 days before departure. Apparently too nice. In the morning the head just fell off. I was already on vacation, but I decided to go to work, and at the same time go to the agency for documents - urgent tests are not done without plane tickets. Only the head... I don’t know with what fright, I decided to take the temperature. 37! Oops! What would it be? Could it be from a hangover? Or maybe?
I came to work. A colleague came who, as I heard, was ill with something. I asked her how are you? She said that it was already better, otherwise she was coughing up black! Kapets! And he extends his hand to me for a shake. I kept silent and shook her hand. . . Of course, no one took the test from her.
We met with Verka and went to the agency together. But the documents have not yet arrived. The girls promised to send me Viber tickets for me to present in the laboratory.
Complained to Verka that I have 37. She asked if it could be from a hangover? She said no. She's a dokhtur! There you go, damn it! And suddenly, but you never know what? What to do, chief? Everything is gone!
Verka has recently begun to explore the Internet. But very active. I found somewhere that before taking the test, you can neither eat nor drink, but on the eve - drink. And then all the garbage (painful microflora) will be washed into the stomach, and the test will be incorrect. And I’m correct and don’t nafig! So, you need to do the opposite. I just didn’t feel like drinking alcohol after yesterday.
I came home and started taking my temperature again. 37.3! AAAAA! I called Vadik and asked the same question as Verka. Could there be a hangover temperature? Vadik said he could! I wonder who and when conducted such studies? )))
After half an hour I measured again - 36.3! And so the whole evening - sometimes higher, then lower. Just in case, I rinsed my throat with diluted hydrogen peroxide and dripped it into my nose.
2 days before departure. In the morning, nothing hurt anymore and the temperature was normal.
Tests are accepted from 7.30. Vadik dropped me off at the lab at 6:20 am to get in line. And he went to work. I took a bottle of water with me to drink right before the test was taken.
Despite the fact that it was more than an hour before the lab started, I wasn't the first one! Fourth. And the people began to arrive quickly. For the convenience of the “patients”, a tent was erected near the laboratory building. Only no one was going to be in it. It was relatively warm and windless outside.
However, everyone kept a social distance of ten meters, looking suspiciously at the other visitors. By the beginning of the tests, 50 people had accumulated on the street. Oh, they are cutting their hair! The rustle of bills was just physically felt. Someone is rowing from this!
To me, the situation that has developed in the country (and not only) vividly reminds me of a scene from a movie about Budulai. There, the Roma gathered for a meeting to decide what they would speculate on this year. Last year it was bras, but this year it was caps.
Apparently, at the beginning of 2020, respected Tamila said the word "mask", but then she decided that it was garbage. Then she said the word "test". Well, next year, apparently, will be held under the auspices of the "vaccine".
The hour "H" has struck. Vadik and Verka approached. The aunt was the first to seep into the laboratory, thumping like a bean. She was the first to collect the result. Although the results are taken at another time! I left with paper. I asked how are you? She said it was good.
I took a sip of water from a bottle, washed my nose with my finger and gave it to my companions.
Aunts in spacesuits didn't pop their noses, but they stuck a wand so deep down their throats that I thought it would come out through my ass. Picked on the conscience. I couldn't help but vomit.
Answers were instructed to pick up Vadik on the way home from work. Verka was exhausted in anticipation. She called me every half hour. They were recently given express tests at work. No pregnant women were found : )) But to believe in these tests - to... deceive yourself. And no one did any real tests on them. Although, her colleagues were sick. To sit in quarantine for two weeks - and who will work? Although, according to Verka, there has never been such a lafa as now. A couple of people a day come to the appointment (Verka is a pediatrician). Anyway, she is at risk, of course, so her nervous state was justified.
I'm calling Vadik.
Did you take it?
- Taken! Everything is fine!
- Well, thank God!
I exhaled and called Verka back.
1 day before departure. Vadik is on vacation today, but he still has questions. I went to work. At about one in the afternoon, he called for me to go to the agency to pick up the documents. There was a file with our tests lying in the back seat. I decided to look. I took the first leaf I saw. Look. Written positive. Do not understand! I frantically pull out the second leaf. Look. "Negative". The third is negative. And who is positive? I read the name… Vadik!
I'm hysterical. I start squealing in a bad voice: “Vadik! Your test is positive! How did you watch? " He said that he did not look, it was to him at the reception that he asked if everything was in order, they answered that everything was fine! He calmed down. And he reassured us.
Kapets! No, that's not the right word!
And then a car passing nearby began to beacon something to us. It turned out that plus everything, we had a flat tire. That yoshkin cat! Somehow we made it to the garage. All this time I frantically decided what to do? To be a good wife, but a bad (as usual) girlfriend? Stay with the "sick" and let the Verkins 22 thousand disappear? She herself will not fly anywhere, and no one will return the money to her. Or, for a change, be a good friend and leave Vadik alone? I liked the second one more, no matter how blasphemous it may sound to some.
My Vadik is gold. Of course he didn't mind. He's perfectly healthy, despite the stupid test. There is plenty to do at the cottage. Fortunately, the weather is still warm and dry.
But you still need to settle all this in TA. Departure tomorrow! And I already received a message, when will I be at the docks?
I ran to the agency. The unsuspecting travel agent happily smiling at me asked if we were packed?
When I told her the situation, she thought I was kidding. When the meaning of what was said began to reach her, she clutched her head. But quickly pulling herself together, she began to write to Joins to rebook the tour for us. So that Verka and I would be put in the same room, and Vadik, like, flies alone. We have different last names. But the answer won't come so soon! And then a sound (which is rare) thought comes to my mind, why should I huddle with Verka? The money will not be returned. The insurance company will (maybe) return it. That is, I can fly to our previously booked room. Brilliant!
But what about covid? I'm, like, a contact?
We call the insurance company and state the situation, without naming names, of course. We were told that the insurance company gave a damn whether I would fly or not. Shaw they dokhtura, or what? I have a negative test on my hands, what else?
Well, okay! We registered an insured event, according to which, if we are lucky, we will be paid half the cost of the tour for two.
And we flew away. But Vadik stayed.
Next you know.
Vadik's vacation was cancelled. He retired to the country and was engaged in the preparation of firewood. Physical labor in the fresh air - what could be better? Only rest in Egypt. : ((
I called/texted him three times a day to inquire about how I was feeling. Everything was fine.
Only the "family doctor" didn't call Vadik. On that rainy day, when we finally found out that Vadik was covid, with great difficulty we managed to get through to the registration number. There we were assured that he/she (the family doctor, I mean) would call. And silence. Verka and I insisted that Vadik contact the reception again. Contacted, gave the doctor's phone number. She said she had no idea she had such a patient. This fucking, God forgive me, laboratory, only knows how to row loot! Not only did they reassure me that everything was fine, they also did not notify the clinic. Isn't that within their competence?
In short, after 10 days they came to Vadik for a second (free) test. It was Friday. On Monday, I returned home. No answer. On Thursday, Vadik called the polyclinic. In the morning there was no answer, and, as it turned out, they didn’t even bother to issue him a sick leave! He spent half a day in the hospital to fix this joint. The sick leave was reopened. After lunch, a negative result came and he was discharged. But how! It turned out that the sick leave was closed to him last Friday, when they took the second test. And those days that he was waiting for the result, he turned out at his own expense! Nice!
It's been more than two weeks since my return. Everyone is healthy, pah-pah. And who came up with the idea that asymptomatic people are contagious? Bullshit. It is clear that the doctors came up with! Their credo is “There are no healthy people, there are underexamined! ”. None of Vadik's entourage got infected. How can you get infected from an asymptomatic person if he does not sneeze or cough? Sexually? I tried - it didn't work. But those who cough with negative tests - wellcome to work! Where is the logic?
Another story. Our friend, you know her from some of my stories, having insulin diabetes and tuberculosis, as well as kidney stones, and so, little by little, she loves to be treated. It turns out that she also fell ill, and ran for her money to take the test. I do not understand why? Well, I found out it's covid. Did you feel better right away? Apparently yes! She had a slight temperature for a couple of days and that's it! Ten days later she was discharged and sent to work. Nobody did a second test to her.
Next. My daughter is a school teacher. She also felt unwell and characteristic symptoms - loss of smell and taste. It's good that it coincided with the holidays. And many of her colleagues were sick during the educational process, so they went on sick leave. Nobody did the tests. 10 days - and to work!
Another 77-year-old colleague of mine, a close relative of the one who was ill before I left, fell ill with pneumonia. Her ordeal is a separate issue. Initially, she was diagnosed with... osteochondrosis! The temperature rises from it! But the joke is that even after the radiologist wrote that it was double-sided pneumonia, possibly viral, no one did a test for her. Her husband looked after her at home, although he was afraid to hysteria. They made him a test for their money. Hello!
And the elderly employee is also already quite healthy, already cheerfully going to work. So life goes on. Why hysteria?
Of course, this is my life and my realities. Of course, you have your own.
Health to all of us!
That's it now! Drop your slippers. I'll be back from the weekend, I'll collect it : ))
