It Wasn't Going To  Last ...........

August ended well and September started out promising. I was enjoying driving again and I had very few doctor's appointments. I was feeling good but I should've known it wouldn't last.

Friday, August 28th, I had my first Swallow Therapy session at JFK Rehabilitation Center in Edison. It's a short drive and the parking was free. The session was half an hour and I could actually feel a slight improvement. I headed home listening to the radio when I came up to this.

Road work. The bane of every driver in New Jersey. Fortunately I wasn't going that way. I made the left.

Tuesday, September 1st, I left my house early to go to Shoprite before my Therapy session. I knew they were working on the construction site across the street and that police were always assigned to watch. This cop seemed to be uninterested in what was going on and was on his phone.

I've always thought that cops assigned to these sites was a waste of money. Useless, I thought, as I turned right.

I picked up a few things in Shoprite and got back in my car. 

It wouldn't start.

I tried it a few more times and I could hear her cranking but she didn't kick over. Thankfully, a cop had just finished shopping and came over to help. He got it started for me. I figured they weren't all useless. I cancelled my therapy and took the car to my mechanic. He called me later that afternoon to say he couldn't find anything wrong.

I picked up the car the next morning (no charge but I gave him $20) and started out to run some errands. It wasn't long before I started having problems again. She stalled out, which annoyed me, and I headed back to the mechanic. She stalled out twice more before she died completely on West James Street. I had to call AAA.

The mechanic called me later in the day. The Distributer needed to be replaced and it would cost about $400. I needed the car so I agreed.

I picked up the car the next morning again.

He told me I was going to need rear tires.

Everything was working well until Sunday the 6th. One of the dashboard lights came on.

I didn't know what it meant but I did know the mechanic was closed until Tuesday because it was Labor Day weekend.

Turned out I couldn't take her back on Tuesday because I had Therapy that morning at 9 and I'd already cancelled one session. Plus, I had a follow-up with the Dermatologist at 2. Therapy went well and I went home to have lunch. On the way to the Dermatologist I saw this guy.

.

We were the only ones around and I don't like bicyclists but he was walking his and he had a mask. I drove past.

I went to the mechanic the next day and he took a look at it. He said it was the exhaust system and a catalytic converter would be expensive. For now, he turned off the light and said to come back before the Registration was up and he'd turn it back on.

That Friday the 11th I had an appointment with my ENT. My ear had been bothering me again and I thought I should take care of it. It was at 10:15 so I drove there straight after my Therapy session. Turned out to be another ear ache. He explained that because I have a deviated septum I was very susceptible. He had a prescription for an antibiotic called in to my pharmacy.

I headed up to pick up the med the next morning and came up behind this woman.

She didn't have a mask but I recognized her. She's a Librarian in the Main Branch nearby. Besides, I thought, she probably has a mask in her bag. I drove on.

Monday the 14th my ex-wife drove me down to RWJ in New Brunswick for my annual Nuclear Stress Test and Echocardiogram. She didn't stay because the tests take about 4 hours. She dropped me off at 7:40 and I called her that I was done at 1:10. Later that afternoon I got a call from my Cardiologist. A part of my heart wasn't getting enough oxygen so they were going to set up a Catheterization to see what the problem is. Also, there was an indication that I might have some form of pneumonia in my lungs and would be contacting my Pulmonologist.

Tuesday the 15th I went to my Therapy session. The Tech said I was doing good so we cancelled Fridays.

Wednesday the 16th I drove back down to RWJ for blood work. I was in and out quickly and drove home. I was looking forward to nothing on my schedule for the rest of the week. That didn't last long. I got a call from my Primary who'd heard from my Cardiologist regarding my lungs. She insisted that I see the him as soon as possible so I managed to get an appointment for the next day at 11:15. A hour or so later I got a call from the Cardiologist that the catheterization was scheduled for Wednesday the 23rd at 9. Then I got another call from them. I need to have a Covid test before the procedure so we agreed on Monday the 21st at 8. It's a drive-thru so it won't take long. Still ...

Things were starting to pile up.

Thursday morning I had some time to kill so I did my wash, stopped at Shoprite, and had breakfast. I was at the Pulmonologist about 1/2 a hour early. He was worried about the test results and called in a favor setting me up for a CT scan of my chest for the next day. He couldn't get a specific time so recommended that I get there early.

I got to the Outpatient Center at JFK at 7:45 expecting to wait a while since I didn't have a specific time. I was lucky and was taken in around 8:50. The scan didn't take long and I waited for the film disc to take to the Pulmonologist. I dropped it off and when I got back to my car I saw this guy.

He was watching me as I got in and grinned when he saw that I noticed him. It wasn't Kellerman but was probably another one of Jones' flunkies. 

That afternoon I heard from the Pulmonologist. He's concerned about the spots he sees on the film and said I should postpone the procedures by a week while I take a stronger antibiotic that he prescribed. I rescheduled both the Catherization and the Covid test by a week.

Today I drove up to my Pharmacy and picked up the antibiotic. I stopped at Dunkin's and bought a medium iced decaf French Vanilla coffee and a Veggie Omelet sandwich. I was looking forward to a few days of nothing on my schedule. Again. But I knew ... 

it wasn't going to last.