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This is not a swipe at the local public health departments and labs who are struggling to keep up with the pandemic.
I have been sitting on this for seven days and I& #39;m feeling all kinds of ways.
I have been sitting on this for seven days and I& #39;m feeling all kinds of ways.
I& #39;ve ridden the rollercoaster of COVID testing four times now - twice when waiting to hear if my partner& #39;s coworkers tested positive, again when my partner out of the blue tested positive, and this last time waiting to hear for myself, my kids, and other family.
It took seven days for results with the co-workers back in March. It took seven days for my partner. It took seven days for me, my eldest, and middle kid, and somehow despite being swabbed at the same time I still don& #39;t know about my youngest.
My partner was completely asymptomatic and we have all thus far tested negative. I can& #39;t rest about the possibility of a false positive until antibody testing is more widely available. The jury is still out if people can be reinfected.
I say all this because there& #39;s such a glut of information and people are picking and choosing what to believe. The state health department has said repeatedly there& #39;s a lag in their data and it& #39;s true.
Some people are getting results in as little as two days, others are having to wait much longer.
Y& #39;all, don& #39;t kid yourselves. The numbers are not rising because more people are being tested. You& #39;re still seeing numbers populating anywhere from three days ago to a week or more.
Y& #39;all, don& #39;t kid yourselves. The numbers are not rising because more people are being tested. You& #39;re still seeing numbers populating anywhere from three days ago to a week or more.
Anecdotally, I don& #39;t know of many people rushing out to get a test because they& #39;ve been told they can. If you check daily, DPH is tallying anywhere from 200 to 800 new cases daily.
I get the economy has to go on, but we can& #39;t do shit if we& #39;re dead or hemmed up in the hospital.
I get the economy has to go on, but we can& #39;t do shit if we& #39;re dead or hemmed up in the hospital.
Get takeaway and tip your people well. Shop online and do curbside pickup. Wear a mask. Keep your distance. You can support local businesses and not jeopardize your health or the health of others.
Because I have an illness that classifies me as "medically fragile," I& #39;m to shelter in place until 6/12, and you& #39;d better believe I& #39;m taking full advantage of that.
I& #39;m not living in fear, but ya girl isn& #39;t about to die on a fucking vent, either.
I& #39;m not living in fear, but ya girl isn& #39;t about to die on a fucking vent, either.
I genuinely hope that as the weeks progress, I& #39;m wrong. I hope a lot of us are wrong. I hope I& #39;m so wrong that I have a panic attack 20 years from now and wake up from a dead sleep going, "Fuck, I tweeted that shit."
You have no idea how happy it would make me to eat crow. I& #39;d eat it tip to tail if that meant a beautiful summer with my youngest at the park learning to ride a bike, hunting Pokemon, going to museums again, visiting our friends and family. Truly.
