After seeing my keratosis doctor, I decided to look at my medical records on line, since Covid-19 became the ruling force in my life. Everything any doctor ever did to me is documented there, from the time I had to see the school nurse in third grade because someone threw a rock at me, to the keratosis event and Covid experiences of late. Apparently medical people have to append their credentials to every comment. For example, recent comments say MD PCP – General, evidently showing some sort of military hierarchy. The Covid guys used their designations after their names, even though I was in no condition to care. For example, in the emergency room I was seen by John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt, MD (names changed to protect reputations), with no add-on credentials, meaning he had to take the night shift until he could add experiences to his name, like battle ribbons or merit badges. Comments were made about peribronchovascular groundglass opacity and other stuff I never ran across in my systems jobs. We seldom worried about hypoxia or dyspnea when creating flow diagrams or arguing with programmers. I’m not exactly happy that groundglass is associated with my lung x-ray anyway. Two notable comments I ran across bothered me. One says antibiotics strongly discouraged, and another says antibiotics strongly encouraged. There were asterisks behind both comments I hope the reference said “just kidding” on at least one of them. Since I started this column, many other Covid-related episodes intervened. I got interrupted by Wife having to save my life again, taking me to the emergency room again immediately after the least, or maybe second least, Merry Christmas I ever had. She says I was doing undesirable things like not breathing that concerned her. These events have been documented in the past, and my technical writing experience taught me not to repeat anything I already said, so I won’t. I do see a need to elaborate on subsequent events, however. One such event was discovering that my insurance gave meals to people who had been hospitalized for a certain time. My total of six days of Covid-related hospital experience qualified me for up to a month of prepared frozen food, a couple meals a day, sent without my having to do anything but eat. The meals were prepared by an Iowa firm with Mom in the name, so I knew they’d be good, although I expected a lot of corn and pork. These meals have fed both of us adequately, but lack important dietary necessities like chocolate and wine. And since it was my insurance that arranged the meals, I’ve had to a lot of the “cooking”, finding buttons on the microwave and learning how to interpret labels that seem to encourage eating cold macaroni. Somehow Wife having to save my life repeatedly has exempted her from much of her daily routine for the past couple generations. Overall, the new experiences have broadened my education in both medical and culinary fields, and I haven’t had to deal with programmers or managers. Whoopee. Let’s agree not to do that sort of stuff again.