The NP at the urgent care is a relative. He looks tired, but we laugh anyway. A tech comes in and takes my blood. He works as an EMT as well and he's tired too. I don't feel the needle pierce my skin, and the blood is slow in coming. Thick, I'm thinking. My tingling fingers are probably due to a small clot they say. Take aspirin. My symptoms of the past week are classic COVID-19 symptoms. They're a little surprised it went so easy on me, given my age. I joke with the nurses that I'm working on a line of scented surgical masks. I tell them that stale-coffee-dog-breath is getting old. They suggest margarita scented. Flavored too, while I'm at it.
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