When I had the mastectomy this summer there was boob fat left behind and my scars had become wrinkly.
The boob fat was the worst of it.
I don't mind being flat. Really, I truly don't care, but I was very self-conscious of the way my chest looked with those odd horizontal bumps.
So, last week I had surgery scheduled to remove the last of the boob fat and smooth out the scars.
The incisions on my chest don't hurt at all. I lost those nerves when they cut off the boobs but the plastic surgeon had to make incisions below my armpits to tighten the area and those do hurt!
It's nothing some Acetaminophen can't handle, but it is annoying.
Prepping for the surgery was well, interesting. It was the usual nothing to eat aftermidnight but, I had to have a pre-surgery covid test.
I booked an appointment online with CVS.
Monday afternoon I arrived at the CVS drive thru window where they had a sign that said, "If you are here for a Covid test, please wear a mask."
Oh good, so if I was there for, oh I don't know...a script for smallpox I didn't need a mask. Whew!
Anyway...
I didn't have a mask with me because I never planned to leave the car. Per the instructions on my appointment confirmation I rolled up to the window with my ID and Health Insurance Card out. The girl at the window, who was still wearing the same dirty gloves that she'd been touching money with asked if I was there for a test. I replied yes, she freaked out screamed, "DO YOU HAVE A MASK?!" I explained that I did not and that I was only there because I was having surgery. She paused half a beat and asked if she could give me a mask. All while using her dirty gloves to reposition her own mask.
I completed the test, packed it in the bag she gave me and put it in the box that everyone else had touched.
Yeah, that part made my skin crawl. You can bet I was using the hand sanitizer before rolling away.
The next day I received a text from CVS saying they couldn't complete my test and gave me an 800# to call.
I called and the woman who answered the call told me the same thing the text said followed by, you'll have to make a new appointment.
When I asked why the test couldn't be done she replied, "I don't know."
Wait, what?
"I got a text that said the test couldn't be completed and to call this number. If you can't tell me why and I need to go online to make another appointment, what the hell was the point of the text? Why did it say to call you? What EXACTLY was the point of this phone call?!"
She took so long to reply that I thought she'd hung up.
She checked my chart and there were no notes.
I thanked her form wasting my time and hung up.
Later that night I got a voicemail from CVS stating that there had been a labeling issue. Ok, someone in the lab screwed up. I make mistakes too. I get it. At least now I had a reason.
The following day I got a call from the Hospital saying that I needed to come in for a pre-surgery Covid test. (They'd previously told me that I had to take care of it myself, hence the CVS appointment.) So, I booked the appointment for the following morning.
Wednesday morning I hopped in the 22 year old chevy that I'm still driving because the four year old Ford still is not running and drove to the hospital for yet another q-tip up the nose.
On the way home CVS called again to tell me that there was not enough sample on the swab to test for covid and that I needed to make a new appointment.
Does anyone know what they are doing?
I swear if I was giving out medals for incompetence, between a pharmacy technician who has zero knowledge of cross-contamination and people who evidently don't know the difference between a label and a q-tip, CVS would win!
By the way, I was negative and surgery went really well.
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