With Omicron being hyper-contagious, I’m beginning to think of our house as a bomb shelter.
The battery of tests (administered every three months) to determine the current state of my health, begins, tomorrow. Not looking forward to sitting in waiting rooms with other people—though knowing thateveryone at Mayo is required to wear a mask is a comfort.
Actually, I don’t know if Will will be allowed to accompany me into any of buildings that make up the complex. I may be on my own, again (with a volunteer pushing my wheelchair).🤔
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