
(Photograph: National Cancer Institute via Unsplash)
I am probably going to have a minor operation at a local hospital next Friday.
I say ‘probably’ because, when I was phoned-up at around 8.30pm last Thursday night (three days ago), I was told the operation could not be 100% confirmed until Tuesday (two days from now).
I say the ‘probable’ operation is at a ‘local’ hospital though, to get there, I have to travel on two trains.
Anyway, because I am probably having this minor operation on Friday, on Tuesday afternoon I have to go to the same hospital and have a Covid test – just for safety. The result will be known two days later.
After having the Covid test on Tuesday afternoon, I will need to self-isolate for the rest of that day and for the whole of Wednesday/Thursday before turning up for the operation on Friday morning.
This is, of course, to avoid my being infected by anyone between having the presumably negative Covid test and the operation.
Which is fine…
Except, of course, that, after the Covid test on Tuesday afternoon, I will be taking two trains to get back home.
And, on Friday morning, I have to turn up at the hospital by 08.00, which will involve me travelling on two fairly-crowded early-rush-hour trains to get there.
So I will be potentially exposing myself to infection.
Common sense left the building quite some time ago.
Hope all goes well
😀👍