Today is the day I am to wait for the phone call. As I mentioned in quarantine day 4, no phone call will indicate my test is negative. A phone call precedes transport to the hospital. I will show you some photos of my provisions here that keep me in elegant satisfaction. But one thing I don’t have are some of the basic ingredients for my healthy soup.
So today, while I am mostly living on hors d’oeuvres and snacks I am finishing up Ragnarok and working my way on season four of Outlander and season eight of Perry Mason. One good recommendable thing about watching the old Perry Mason shows is that there are so many names and so many faces and the story becomes so convoluted it is very good mental exercise trying to keep track of everyone and everything going on. But it doesn’t help to be drinking during the episodes.
A friend indicated that the 11 AM test they gave me on day 4, if the results were positive, would result in a phone call by at least noon time. No phone call came. In fact I am now writing this at midnight so have pulled out in Asahi beer to support my relief at not getting the phone call.
So hopefully my test was negative and I can look forward to (hatefully) the next test and the next nine days. But if I ever have a positive test I will wind up in lockdown for a two week period.