To: sense who wrote (177260 ) 8/26/2021 3:40:46 AM From: maceng2 Respond to of 217551 <<nosocomial >> For those who think I was a loony for wanting to hide in a shed instead of going to a hospital if I got ill in the Spring of 2020 might want to look that word up. I do risk assessments instinctively before I open my front door in the morning, aware that most accidents happen at home. Usually when I was assigned a new PhD graduate, and many of them really good, it wouldn't take long to earn their respect. Usually it was when their knuckles turned white. The Spring of 2020 was difficult to assess, and after I had my car accident it was a matter of how best to go along with the flow, as I was no longer in control. I was lucky a relative noticed I wasn't active on the waves anymore, and started to search me down, didn't have a clue where I was. I got a phone call from nowhere and a friend learned of my whereabouts and I was able to supply the medical authorities I had somewhere to go if I was deemed fit. Of course I answered all the questions I was asked, and of course they had my records, so they knew my score. Sure enough, there was a builder in the next bed who had a persistent infection in his thigh, and his leg was scarlet red. I think he caught it from a building site rather then a hospital, but that did not reduce my concern. I did get an infection below the surface of my skin on a wound, and it did persist even after I left hospital which I took standard Penicillin for. I rarely use antibiotics ... save them for occasions like I was in, and had to take them for an extended time, and even had to take an extra course through my doctor. You can bet your bottom dollar I followed the doctors advice and the instructions on the bottle to the letter. A rare behaviour mode for me -g- I just renewed my car insurance. The rate given was good, even though it was through my old employer. I had an accident, wrote off three motors, so I really was not in a position to whine. But just to make sure I had the best deal, I went through a comparison website, then called the company to see if I could get a better deal. The guy I would be calling would have my old job. It was a "he" just been married a week, and was in South Africa. Call centres are typically well populated with all the genders, including young attractive females. The advisor had only been doing the job for a week, so I casually lied to him how long it took to lose the nerves on incoming calls. He was young, and it will probably only take him a month or two. All the changes I made, made the premium go up, and I already had a good idea if he was giving me the best price. A few more changes later and the price was amazingly below the original, just a strange quirk of the system I suppose, and of course all of that conversation will be recorded forever, as these things are, in the insurance business. Like everything these days I suppose. Had a chat about business in general, wives, children, and conditions in South Africa. I was pleased the place was still open and doing business of course. You cannot trust the media these days, sadly.