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I spent what felt like a lot of time over the last few days talking to the pharmacy, and my doctor's office, trying to figure out what the insurance company was doing with the Ritalin prescription this time, before finally managing to get it sorted out and picking it up on my way back from visiting my doctor for the wart treatment. I'm not going to try to explain what the insurance company was doing, or why, because that would require me understanding it; in the end my copay was less than I expected.
I spent a couple of hours in Davis Square, eating lunch and talking to my friend Elizabeth. Mr. Crepe no longer has any outdoor tables, but they're basically across the street from Davis Square, which does. That was fun, and we hit the sweet spot between too cold for people to enjoy sitting outside, and too hot for me to function well.
The doctor decided that the skin on my left index finger is sufficiently recovered that it was reasonable both to try freezing the wart, and that I can go back to using the salicylic acid pads. I was only able to tolerate about 15 seconds of zapping this time (instead of two 30-second zaps), which I hope means we're actually getting the cold on the wart. If the next round doesn't do it, they'll send me to a dermatologist.
Also, when I got to the doctor's office, I saw that the staff were all masked, as were about half the people in the (small) waiting room. After a couple of minutes, someone came around with disposable medical masks and told the unmasked patients to put them on. One person argued that that's no longer required, and was told "this is a private practice, we have different rules."
I thanked the person who was handing out the masks, and also mentioned this to Andrea, once I was in the exam room. She said they haven't decided what their policy will be in the future-, but assured me that not only can I keep masking regardless, but I can ask whoever is treating me to mask even if they decide not to require masks from either patients or staff. That's about as good as I think I'm going to get anywhere, and better than a lot of places.
I spent a couple of hours in Davis Square, eating lunch and talking to my friend Elizabeth. Mr. Crepe no longer has any outdoor tables, but they're basically across the street from Davis Square, which does. That was fun, and we hit the sweet spot between too cold for people to enjoy sitting outside, and too hot for me to function well.
The doctor decided that the skin on my left index finger is sufficiently recovered that it was reasonable both to try freezing the wart, and that I can go back to using the salicylic acid pads. I was only able to tolerate about 15 seconds of zapping this time (instead of two 30-second zaps), which I hope means we're actually getting the cold on the wart. If the next round doesn't do it, they'll send me to a dermatologist.
Also, when I got to the doctor's office, I saw that the staff were all masked, as were about half the people in the (small) waiting room. After a couple of minutes, someone came around with disposable medical masks and told the unmasked patients to put them on. One person argued that that's no longer required, and was told "this is a private practice, we have different rules."
I thanked the person who was handing out the masks, and also mentioned this to Andrea, once I was in the exam room. She said they haven't decided what their policy will be in the future-, but assured me that not only can I keep masking regardless, but I can ask whoever is treating me to mask even if they decide not to require masks from either patients or staff. That's about as good as I think I'm going to get anywhere, and better than a lot of places.