I was kind of sick last week. I feel much better this week, but I have a lingering cough. On Wednesday night, I noticed that my back hurt, kind of in the region of my lungs. Yesterday morning, it was really uncomfortable. I decided to go to the doctor, since I will soon be traveling and won’t be able to be in-network.
When I made the appointment, and had to fill in a “why”, I wrote “cough”. When I checked in, they gave me a mask. It’s more common here for sick people to wear masks. At the doctors office, it’s very common.
I think it’s hard to talk with someone when part of their face is covered and you can’t see their expression. Since I was masked, I tried to use a cheery voice when I talked, and I tried to smile with my eyes.
Oh, and the doctor didn’t know my my lungs were hurting. He did an x-ray, and it’s not pneumonia, so at least I know that.
After my doctor visit, I drove to the west side, where my cousin Becky and her family are staying on their vacation. It was so fun to chat a little. I didn’t have to wear a mask for the occasion, so you can easily see my smile in our picture together.
How cool that you got to see your cousins!
Sorry about your lungs. How frustrating that they didn’t figure out what was wrong. Maybe a pulled muscle from coughing? Whatever it is, I hope it goes away, masked man.