When we last left, I was finally tested after ruling out several other possibilities (strep throat, cigars, measles, malaria, the flu, sports with no fans in the seats, election weary syndrome...). The doctor said I'd get a call within three days. I got a call within three hours. The Result - after chasing the doctor back and forth via phone tag, I finally got his office. "Let's see, you've tested positive." Okay, I asked, what does that mean? "Quarantine and quarantine within your house. Go to the CDC website and follow their instructions. Call us if you have trouble breathing. Thank you. God bless. Bye-bye." I told a friend of mine about this valuable feedback, and he laughed. "I don't have COVID. If I have trouble breathing, I'm calling him anyway!" Isn't that the truth? Back to the doctor. What about exercise? Can I walk or jog? I continued. "Listen to your body," the doctor said, "But if you go outside...
Getting in touch with your inner-grump.