Man, I hope I don't die in the next couple of weeks.
I had to go see my dumb ass surgeon doctor today and he walks into this tiny closet room without a mask and stands 1-2 feet from me and tries to be all chatty and I try to ignore him and get him to distance and hurry up, but yeah. He sees dozens of patients a day and gets this close all day long and obviously takes no precautions (all his staff does and wears masks and is setup well, the other doctors in the suite are all wearing masks). While most of the patients had masks on, I saw the ones that came out before me were a husband and wife with no masks on, so he's seeing people and shaking hands and talking close up without masks and then talking in my face. Also a lot of his patients are immune suppressed like me. And this is in LA which has a lot of Covid cases.
If I live after the next 2-3 weeks I'm not going to see him again.
I'm a little anxious, but more just angry. There was nothing I could really do about it once he walks into this room and stands between me and the door and starts talking. I give my friends shit for going to restaurant dine-ins and the beach and all kinds of stuff already, but at those restaurants all the employees are wearing masks and outdoors is hard to spread, so what I just experienced was 100x more risky than anything my "freedom" friends are out doing. And they're not even immune suppressed like me.
Anyhow, it's past and there's nothing I can do about it. Either this doctor was active and contagious and I caught it or he wasn't or I didn't. If I get it, either I'll be ok, or I'll be dead.
Just kinda discomforting thinking these could be the last weeks of my life suddenly.