It was literally over in 10 seconds.
I have surgery scheduled for this coming Tuesday and as part of the process I have to get a Covid test.
After a few administrative hiccups I was finally able to make an appointment a couple of days ago for a drive-through test this morning.
I have to admit I was much more nervous about the Covid test than the surgery. I had built it up as being one of the most painful experiences I would ever have, and it’s all I thought about for the past couple of days. Rationally, I tried to convince myself that tens of millions of people have had this test, and if they could do it then so could I. But emotionally, I was a wreck.
Well Sunday morning arrived and my wife drove me Into Philadelphia. Fortunately there were only a couple of cars ahead of us and before I knew it, it was my turn.
I rolled down my window and the nurse asked me if I ever had the test before. After saying no, I then asked if she had ever given the test before (my attempts at humor are pretty feeble when I’m nervous).
She then asked me to tilt my head back and told me it would take just 10 seconds. She then placed the q-tip in my nose and swirled it around while counting backwards from 10.
Before I knew it, it was all over and we were driving away.
That’s what I spent two sleepless nights worrying about? That’s what got my heart rate up to what felt like 200 bpm? That’s what I spent hours reading about on the Internet ?
I had gotten myself worked up for no reason. I think I may have stuck a straw up my nose that far when I was a little kid, but what kid hasn’t?
It reminded me of the time when my parents made me try skim milk for the first time. I was not allowed to leave the dinner table until I drank it. I sat there for two hours all by myself until I finally caved in. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but I’ll never get those two hours back.
So I guess the lesson is if there’s something you don’t want to do, just do it and get it over with.