When I broke my ankle, the dentist told me I was going to need surgery! I had not just broken the bone, but toward all the ligaments and tendons connected to the ankle joint.
Before I go into surgery, I had to have a code the test done, but they sent us to a mobile COVID-19 testing equipment that was set up in the parking lot of the hospital, but since I had no reason to go to the hospital other than when I broke my ankle, I had never been to the mobile COVID-19 testing unit. We pulled up in line, and were told to stay in our cars. When every one of us got up to the front of the mobile COVID-19 testing unit, a doctor came out. She dressed in her colorless outfit and had a mask plus a plastic cover over her face. She motioned for me to roll the window down and put her swab at my nose, although I felt savor she was trying to reach my tonsils, it wasn’t as bad as some people made it out to sound… Once she walked away from the window, I was told to roll it up and continue moving on. Three afternoons later, they called me to supply me the results of Michael the 19th test, which was negative. I was okay to go into surgery the next day. That was possibly the longest month of my entire life as I crawled into the car with a broken ankle and only a plastic balloon savor boot to keep my ankle mobile. The pain was excruciating, and until after the surgery, the dentist did not want to supply me any kind of pain medicine, but even after the surgery the anything they offered me was acetaminophen.