Remember that quote from Jurassic Park? There is a peculiar arrogance prevalent these days - for centuries, really - that insists that we humans have some control over nature. Proof that a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.
"It's just a flu." "It's harmless to my age group." "It's my risk to take." "It's political." "I can't feel it so I'm not contagious." Oh, and never forget the idea that technology will solve all problems and the earth is in no way overpopulated with humans.
Let's start with that last one. Overcrowding in any kind of population invariably leads to illness. Or predation. Nature will balance things out. More rodents means more well fed predators, means fewer rodents, means fewer predators, means more rodents, etc. Crowd mice in a cage and they start eating each other. Crowd farm animals together and it's easier for contagion to spread. Use antibiotics to "prevent" contagion and the bacteria will evolve resistance. Super-bugs emerge.
It doesn't all happen on our timetable. It may be slow or speedy. But it will happen.
Our planet is overcrowded by humans. We pollute our way across the planet, thinking me, me, me, and ours, ours, ours. We are owed something, somehow. We have the technology to end pollution, to restrain population, but too many of us don't / won't do it. We are too entitled, too impatient. Sometimes too religiously justified. Somebody else can do what is needed so we don't have to.
Somebody else does. do it Or something else does. Weather / climate changes provide famines, floods, and other disasters to kill us off. Still too much crowding? The miniature world of microbes takes advantage, changing, spreading, jumping species. And we cooperate by refusing to be inconvenienced.
Life will find a way. Part of that way is restoring balance. Death, therefore, will also find a way. The more self-entitled we are, the more arrogant we are, the more ignorant we insist on being, the more surely it will.
Accepting that, does this mean I'm any less pissed of at those hoards of fellow (American!) humans who refuse to wear masks, insist on partying in great clusters, and wind up keeping me in my house? Of course not!
We've (USA) passed 3 million cases of covid 19, setting records with new daily cases every day. This country is worst in the world, Arizona is 8th worst in total cases to date in U.S. states, but #1 adjusted for population size vs, the world, and this county is worst in our state. Our hospitals are reaching their breaking point because some out there insist on "owning the libs" by ignoring everything "liberal" New York learned a couple months ago in how to prevent the virus from spreading. Even those of us who stay home, wear masks when we must be out, and follow all those other guidelines, are affected because the Covidiots rule.
So yes, I'm pissed as hell. We, in this household, can maintain this new (ab)normal. Unless.... Stuff happens. Rich is proof of that, fighting an infection without a known origin and difficult to treat, but requiring surgery and follow-up medical appointments. If it had happened a couple weeks from now, would there have been hospital space available for him? He takes the risk of returning to the hospital today because that's where his surgeon's office is, and it's recheck day. Will he return as healthy as when he left?
I can understand nature's rhythms and consequences, and still be human enough to want to fight when they are aimed at me. I have a much harder time understanding those who don't or won't get it. Life - and death - will find a way. If only they'd take out the Covidiots first!
Sigh....
Wednesday, July 8, 2020
Monday, July 6, 2020
Miracle? You Decide!
This is another saga in the Great Bed Bug Battles. We have had progress. Steaming is doing a lot but not all, and the steam doesn't reach all the way through thick cushions. But the bites have dropped in frequency, along with gratuitous itching. Well, on Steve it's not gratuitous, with all those big bright red spots. But we don't react the same way, so why are we itching too?
At any rate, anything less than perfect is just not enough. Back to Google for more info.
Came across a NYT article, a 2019 update on one from a few years ago with more recent information on what really works. Two new pieces of information stood out. First, we need to paint raw wood and seal/block off favorite places where eggs and nymphs reside. Since both platform beds have lots of raw wood, primer is on the shopping list. Once we remove the no pest strips from there and Rich gets the steamer to work, his bed will be painted, and he can finally return to his own room. Then, mine. This way there is still a relatively pest free bed for everyone.
Second, and the one leading to the title choice for this post, is that sprinkling diatomaceous earth around where they likely crawl will puncture their bodies with all its sharp edges, relative to them, and they will bleed out. It's pretty harmless to us, but bugs think it's to die for. It won't be immediate, but if we can wait a few days, anything that's still getting to us won't grow enough to lay eggs, or if adult, die before laying them, and any nymphs still hatching out won't make it as far as us.
So, I ordered 5 pounds of the stuff. On eBay, of course. That crazy pandemic thing is keeping me from hunting for it through the stores. Now that the holiday weekend is over and mail services have resumed, I checked in on the tracking of the package.
It said it had been delivered! On July 1st! Puzzled, I went out and searched around the choice to see where it could have possible been left that we missed it. Nowhere. Back to the computer to double check the order. All the tracking info was limited to the New York area. Usually those things take big jumps from major hubs to major hubs several states apart.
Taking another gander at the order details, I noticed it had been ordered on the 3rd. (I had to check because this crazy pandemic thing has been erasing my sense of passing time.) I'd thought it hadn't been that long ago, and now I had that confirmed. So I wrote the seller a little note.
"You show this delivered on July 1. I find this problematic because 1) we don't have it, and 2) it wasn't ordered it until the 3rd!!!! Please either correct your records or sell me your time machine!"
At any rate, anything less than perfect is just not enough. Back to Google for more info.
Came across a NYT article, a 2019 update on one from a few years ago with more recent information on what really works. Two new pieces of information stood out. First, we need to paint raw wood and seal/block off favorite places where eggs and nymphs reside. Since both platform beds have lots of raw wood, primer is on the shopping list. Once we remove the no pest strips from there and Rich gets the steamer to work, his bed will be painted, and he can finally return to his own room. Then, mine. This way there is still a relatively pest free bed for everyone.
Second, and the one leading to the title choice for this post, is that sprinkling diatomaceous earth around where they likely crawl will puncture their bodies with all its sharp edges, relative to them, and they will bleed out. It's pretty harmless to us, but bugs think it's to die for. It won't be immediate, but if we can wait a few days, anything that's still getting to us won't grow enough to lay eggs, or if adult, die before laying them, and any nymphs still hatching out won't make it as far as us.
So, I ordered 5 pounds of the stuff. On eBay, of course. That crazy pandemic thing is keeping me from hunting for it through the stores. Now that the holiday weekend is over and mail services have resumed, I checked in on the tracking of the package.
It said it had been delivered! On July 1st! Puzzled, I went out and searched around the choice to see where it could have possible been left that we missed it. Nowhere. Back to the computer to double check the order. All the tracking info was limited to the New York area. Usually those things take big jumps from major hubs to major hubs several states apart.
Taking another gander at the order details, I noticed it had been ordered on the 3rd. (I had to check because this crazy pandemic thing has been erasing my sense of passing time.) I'd thought it hadn't been that long ago, and now I had that confirmed. So I wrote the seller a little note.
"You show this delivered on July 1. I find this problematic because 1) we don't have it, and 2) it wasn't ordered it until the 3rd!!!! Please either correct your records or sell me your time machine!"
Monday, June 29, 2020
Bugs: New Solutions
Well, the critters are continuing to spread. They are also continuing to die. And we are continuing to find ways to fight.
After reopening my bedroom, having treated it for over a week with a pair of no pest strips, two things were found. First, dead bugs were all over the floor. (This was three days after they quit escaping under the door into the hall, where they got pinched and flushed.) Second, as things were moved around, crawlers appeared. So, some progress, not enough.
We - meaning Rich and I - repositioned a couple things to enable better air access, and reclosed the room for another week's work. Second, just before that, my chair was removed. First, not having seen any bugs on it yet, to its usual spot in the living room. Second, 20 minutes later, out to the patio. This was after I squished the bug which had just fed on me when I sat on the chair. We think (thought?) the few bugs which dropped off on the trip out were destroyed.
Another half can of Raid was spent on the chair, though I had to wait for the winds to subside. I'd been getting more spray than the chair had. The next morning it was obvious they hadn't all been killed.
It took me a couple days to come up with what we hope is the final solution for the chair: the car! No, not driving it out and dumping it somewhere. I recalled that heat of 115 degrees kills them. Plus it's summer in Phoenix. Plus the chair easily separates into two parts, something I recalled when remembering my little hatchback hauled it home from the furniture store years ago. If it fit then...
Next morning, Rich and I hauled the two pieces around the outside of the house to the driveway, and into the car. Today is its second day of sitting out in the sun to bake them dead dead dead. Any that escape the chair in the process will just bake a little quicker. They say cars sitting in this sun easily reach 130 degrees, so don't leave babies or pets inside. Bed bugs DO NOT QUALIFY as either. Trust me!
So that's one new way to fight them. Rich came up with a second, when he couldn't sleep last night after squishing a bloody on on his pillow! Like he needs that too! First one in his room. He sent me a link to a steamer, and after a couple questions and watching the video accompanying the website, I ordered it. We'll have to wait till somewhere between July 2 and 7, but it should be a solution to a lot of areas when we can't wait for fumigating a whole room due to having to live in it.
As a bonus, this will work for steaming clothes too. Maybe I will finally toss that iron that hasn't been used for ten years but which I insisted on hauling down here anyway.
But now I have to go vacuum the rug. I insist it's the source of all those invisible massless somethings which crawl all over me and promote furious itching, every time I sit in this particular spot. Showers help, and I make sure to shower every night before sleeping since that seems to be the only way to be able to actually get to sleep. I dread seeing the water bill. Everybody's showering once or twice a day these days, and the laundry....
After reopening my bedroom, having treated it for over a week with a pair of no pest strips, two things were found. First, dead bugs were all over the floor. (This was three days after they quit escaping under the door into the hall, where they got pinched and flushed.) Second, as things were moved around, crawlers appeared. So, some progress, not enough.
We - meaning Rich and I - repositioned a couple things to enable better air access, and reclosed the room for another week's work. Second, just before that, my chair was removed. First, not having seen any bugs on it yet, to its usual spot in the living room. Second, 20 minutes later, out to the patio. This was after I squished the bug which had just fed on me when I sat on the chair. We think (thought?) the few bugs which dropped off on the trip out were destroyed.
Another half can of Raid was spent on the chair, though I had to wait for the winds to subside. I'd been getting more spray than the chair had. The next morning it was obvious they hadn't all been killed.
It took me a couple days to come up with what we hope is the final solution for the chair: the car! No, not driving it out and dumping it somewhere. I recalled that heat of 115 degrees kills them. Plus it's summer in Phoenix. Plus the chair easily separates into two parts, something I recalled when remembering my little hatchback hauled it home from the furniture store years ago. If it fit then...
Next morning, Rich and I hauled the two pieces around the outside of the house to the driveway, and into the car. Today is its second day of sitting out in the sun to bake them dead dead dead. Any that escape the chair in the process will just bake a little quicker. They say cars sitting in this sun easily reach 130 degrees, so don't leave babies or pets inside. Bed bugs DO NOT QUALIFY as either. Trust me!
So that's one new way to fight them. Rich came up with a second, when he couldn't sleep last night after squishing a bloody on on his pillow! Like he needs that too! First one in his room. He sent me a link to a steamer, and after a couple questions and watching the video accompanying the website, I ordered it. We'll have to wait till somewhere between July 2 and 7, but it should be a solution to a lot of areas when we can't wait for fumigating a whole room due to having to live in it.
As a bonus, this will work for steaming clothes too. Maybe I will finally toss that iron that hasn't been used for ten years but which I insisted on hauling down here anyway.
But now I have to go vacuum the rug. I insist it's the source of all those invisible massless somethings which crawl all over me and promote furious itching, every time I sit in this particular spot. Showers help, and I make sure to shower every night before sleeping since that seems to be the only way to be able to actually get to sleep. I dread seeing the water bill. Everybody's showering once or twice a day these days, and the laundry....
Wednesday, June 24, 2020
Home With MRSA, And....
Rich is home. His infection, just in case you haven't read the title, has been diagnosed as MRSA. Methicillin-Resistant Staph Aureus. AKA generally bad news. Seriously bad news.
He came back provided with a large bag of supplies for wound dressing and a how-to video on his phone to show me how to change the dressing with all those other steps like unpacking and repacking gauze, irrigation to flush out the old crap and medicating to kill the next bits of crap, etc. They estimate "weeks". They wouldn't commit themselves, but maybe 3. Depends. (No, not the diapers, just it depends on his immune system, how resistant this particular organism is, how early they caught it, etc., etc., etc.)
He was as glad to get out of the hospital as they were glad for the bed. For the latter, beds are at an absolute premium right now, as we should have passed 60,000 covid cases by end of day today.** Even just this morning one person on his floor was transferred out over to the covid floor (s?) after a somewhat late diagnosis. Rich is well aware that the hospital is one of the most hazardous places to be in regards to spreading infections, though perhaps everybody's getting plenty of practice in hygiene these days. He is voluntarily self quarantining at home for another stint, just when the old one was lifted. Sigh....
But Rich was also in search of a place where he could get fed bigger meals than the hospital provided. I handed him a large bowl of chocolate chip ice cream with raspberries as soon as he was able to settle on his futon - after, of course, plugging in his phone chargers.
Don't knock how important his phone is now. I still need to watch the video he recorded at the hospital of a nurse instructing us how exactly to do the wound care properly, and be able to refer to it at need. FYI it uses a paper knock-up model. Completely G rated.
The one thing the hospital was unable to send home with him was gloves. They could only spare two pairs, which they did with apologies. We understand completely. However, I could contract MRSA if any of those critters touches a break in my skin. You may already know I'm a bit of a klutz, have terrible cuticles which often tear, and there's a biting bug infestation in the house at the moment - all choice venues for infection. After confirming with my pharmacist that they don't have any gloves either, their whole store is out and they have to be sparing for themselves, I found a source on eBay guaranteeing 2 business day delivery. It's only $3 more than the same thing from a different seller with a promised July 6 delivery. Worth it, don't you think?
Considering everything I could be carrying around with myself these days that I wouldn't think of sharing with anybody besides Mango Mussolini, and being totally unwilling to get that close to him, I contacted our club President and removed myself from club duties for a few weeks or so. Think of me as on summer "vacation", just without the vacation part.
However, once Rich is all clear and able to travel, it'll be time to hire an exterminator for the whole house. Our efforts are making a difference but not eliminating our bugs. With a three or four night stay in the offing, I'm starting to think about somewhere further north, in cooler temps and - best yet - close to one of our "dark skies" sites. It'll take a while for it all to come together, but meanwhile this congress is working on a stimulus plan involving paying people to travel at least 50 miles from home.
Just what the doctor ordered, eh? Fingers crossed.
** We just missed the 60,000 mark. but the state quit reporting updates in cases by mid morning.
He came back provided with a large bag of supplies for wound dressing and a how-to video on his phone to show me how to change the dressing with all those other steps like unpacking and repacking gauze, irrigation to flush out the old crap and medicating to kill the next bits of crap, etc. They estimate "weeks". They wouldn't commit themselves, but maybe 3. Depends. (No, not the diapers, just it depends on his immune system, how resistant this particular organism is, how early they caught it, etc., etc., etc.)
He was as glad to get out of the hospital as they were glad for the bed. For the latter, beds are at an absolute premium right now, as we should have passed 60,000 covid cases by end of day today.** Even just this morning one person on his floor was transferred out over to the covid floor (s?) after a somewhat late diagnosis. Rich is well aware that the hospital is one of the most hazardous places to be in regards to spreading infections, though perhaps everybody's getting plenty of practice in hygiene these days. He is voluntarily self quarantining at home for another stint, just when the old one was lifted. Sigh....
But Rich was also in search of a place where he could get fed bigger meals than the hospital provided. I handed him a large bowl of chocolate chip ice cream with raspberries as soon as he was able to settle on his futon - after, of course, plugging in his phone chargers.
Don't knock how important his phone is now. I still need to watch the video he recorded at the hospital of a nurse instructing us how exactly to do the wound care properly, and be able to refer to it at need. FYI it uses a paper knock-up model. Completely G rated.
The one thing the hospital was unable to send home with him was gloves. They could only spare two pairs, which they did with apologies. We understand completely. However, I could contract MRSA if any of those critters touches a break in my skin. You may already know I'm a bit of a klutz, have terrible cuticles which often tear, and there's a biting bug infestation in the house at the moment - all choice venues for infection. After confirming with my pharmacist that they don't have any gloves either, their whole store is out and they have to be sparing for themselves, I found a source on eBay guaranteeing 2 business day delivery. It's only $3 more than the same thing from a different seller with a promised July 6 delivery. Worth it, don't you think?
Considering everything I could be carrying around with myself these days that I wouldn't think of sharing with anybody besides Mango Mussolini, and being totally unwilling to get that close to him, I contacted our club President and removed myself from club duties for a few weeks or so. Think of me as on summer "vacation", just without the vacation part.
However, once Rich is all clear and able to travel, it'll be time to hire an exterminator for the whole house. Our efforts are making a difference but not eliminating our bugs. With a three or four night stay in the offing, I'm starting to think about somewhere further north, in cooler temps and - best yet - close to one of our "dark skies" sites. It'll take a while for it all to come together, but meanwhile this congress is working on a stimulus plan involving paying people to travel at least 50 miles from home.
Just what the doctor ordered, eh? Fingers crossed.
** We just missed the 60,000 mark. but the state quit reporting updates in cases by mid morning.
Monday, June 22, 2020
Post Surgical
I've talked to Rich twice now, expecting another call tonight. We now know both what we know and what we don't but still need to.
Surgery started at 4PM yesterday. What they found was a massive infection, cause unknown. He was told it could have been something as stupid as an ingrown hair. They took multiple blood samples before surgery, cleaned and drained the site, restuffed it with gauze which will need changing three times a day, and sent him up to a room.
They also took new samples of the infection for testing to try to find the best antibiotic. Since it will take 72 hours for those results, he well could be in the hospital for another three days. Last night after surgery he was feeling no-o-o-o-o pain. Even if he hadn't told me, I could tell it from how he spoke, one of those offshoots from dealing with somebody who has gotten high. For both those same reasons, I knew he was hurting this morning.
He's allowed to be ambulatory, though I suspect from my own previous surgeries that it's more a matter of being encouraged than allowed. He's also back on food, at least to some extent. He requested that I bring him some from home, along with his phone chargers, last night since his only meal of the day, supper, was very light. Er, late. Er, both. Just as I was heading out the door to drop off his package at the ER door, he called back to inform me I was not allowed to bring any food from home. The chargers were still a go, though.
Two chargers, you ask? One is for his phone, the other for his phone's mobile charger - if I have the terminology right. I have multiple chargers, but they are all for the same phone (or kindle or other non-phone items), but they are for charging in multiple rooms or the car, depending on where I am when I need one. It must be a generational thing.
Once he returns home, wound care will have to be ongoing, three times a day. It is expected to still involve removing gauze, flushing out the cavity, applying medication, repacking, and rebandaging. Last night he thought I would likely be doing it. After sleeping on that thought, and with all the complications in this house of having clean spaces and fighting bugs spreading, that might not be the easiest thing to accomplish. At the very least, I would have to be shown the proper procedures required. I'd need equipment I don't have, knowledge of how much and how long for each procedure, and information on how to tell if reinfection has set back in.
I am so feeling inadequate. Maybe some kind of nursing service can visit?
More news later.
Surgery started at 4PM yesterday. What they found was a massive infection, cause unknown. He was told it could have been something as stupid as an ingrown hair. They took multiple blood samples before surgery, cleaned and drained the site, restuffed it with gauze which will need changing three times a day, and sent him up to a room.
They also took new samples of the infection for testing to try to find the best antibiotic. Since it will take 72 hours for those results, he well could be in the hospital for another three days. Last night after surgery he was feeling no-o-o-o-o pain. Even if he hadn't told me, I could tell it from how he spoke, one of those offshoots from dealing with somebody who has gotten high. For both those same reasons, I knew he was hurting this morning.
He's allowed to be ambulatory, though I suspect from my own previous surgeries that it's more a matter of being encouraged than allowed. He's also back on food, at least to some extent. He requested that I bring him some from home, along with his phone chargers, last night since his only meal of the day, supper, was very light. Er, late. Er, both. Just as I was heading out the door to drop off his package at the ER door, he called back to inform me I was not allowed to bring any food from home. The chargers were still a go, though.
Two chargers, you ask? One is for his phone, the other for his phone's mobile charger - if I have the terminology right. I have multiple chargers, but they are all for the same phone (or kindle or other non-phone items), but they are for charging in multiple rooms or the car, depending on where I am when I need one. It must be a generational thing.
Once he returns home, wound care will have to be ongoing, three times a day. It is expected to still involve removing gauze, flushing out the cavity, applying medication, repacking, and rebandaging. Last night he thought I would likely be doing it. After sleeping on that thought, and with all the complications in this house of having clean spaces and fighting bugs spreading, that might not be the easiest thing to accomplish. At the very least, I would have to be shown the proper procedures required. I'd need equipment I don't have, knowledge of how much and how long for each procedure, and information on how to tell if reinfection has set back in.
I am so feeling inadequate. Maybe some kind of nursing service can visit?
More news later.
Sunday, June 21, 2020
Emergency Exploratory
Steve and I are waiting to find out just what's going on with Rich. He woke up this morning with a swelling the size of a Twinkie in a very uncomfortable place, and asked Steve if he would take him to urgent care this morning. Since the place didn't open, according to their phone message and on-line info, until 7 AM, ice packs were put to use.
When they arrived, the door said they opened at 8. Back home, more ice packs, more misery. Returning at 8, Rich told Steve to go home. He'd call when he was ready for a pick up, or had info why he wasn't.
We waited. And waited. 4 hours later he called us from the hospital ER. He'd be going into surgery very soon. They'd taken blood, had no more diagnostic information, and would be doing an exploratory. Depending on what they found, he might be home tonight or up to three days later. Oh, and if it wasn't today, could we bring his phone charger please? He didn't think he'd be needing anything else.
So we're waiting. Not really alarmed. He says it's not from an injury, which would worry me from all sorts of other reasons. He's where he needs to be to get it taken care of, and he assured me weeks ago that he had health insurance, one of the perks of the homeless shelter that is still following him. All we can do is make sure the ice cube trays are full, for now. And keep near our phones.
Some Happy Father's Day, huh.
When they arrived, the door said they opened at 8. Back home, more ice packs, more misery. Returning at 8, Rich told Steve to go home. He'd call when he was ready for a pick up, or had info why he wasn't.
We waited. And waited. 4 hours later he called us from the hospital ER. He'd be going into surgery very soon. They'd taken blood, had no more diagnostic information, and would be doing an exploratory. Depending on what they found, he might be home tonight or up to three days later. Oh, and if it wasn't today, could we bring his phone charger please? He didn't think he'd be needing anything else.
So we're waiting. Not really alarmed. He says it's not from an injury, which would worry me from all sorts of other reasons. He's where he needs to be to get it taken care of, and he assured me weeks ago that he had health insurance, one of the perks of the homeless shelter that is still following him. All we can do is make sure the ice cube trays are full, for now. And keep near our phones.
Some Happy Father's Day, huh.
Friday, June 19, 2020
Not So Bogus After All
If you recall yesterday's post, my post office had informed me that the tracking number I gave them over the phone was bogus, and no, they weren't holding on to a package for me.
In retrospect, I can think of several reasons why the package actually was there and not being delivered. This is Arizona, after all, and politics - right wing politics - do run deep and fierce here among some. So a package from China, the right wing's latest boogyman, might not get their full patriotic attention, hmm? Perhaps not even pay adequately. Not saying it's true, but I seem to be getting more paranoid about some things these days.
Then again, a small fat plastic envelope can easily hide or get stuck temporarily in some dark corner or behind something, totally ignored until there might be a reason to go on a hunt. Or just sweep the floors perhaps. Shake out the big box before tossing it in recycling?
And it is true that our postal system puts their own tracking labels on other packages, easing tracking them in their own system. Unfortunately, they keep track of the old-to-new numbers about as well as tRump's government keeps track of kids crossing the Mexican border. At least mail, so far as we know, doesn't risk rape, malnutrition, covid and other diseases without proper medical attention.
So why an I thinking up reasons/excuses for why my package seemingly vanished in the bowels of the post office and suddenly, after I called to inquire, arrived through the mail slot this afternoon? Maybe because my call yesterday resulted in my package arriving in the next possible delivery.
Coincidence?
Anyway, the masks are pretty, fit well, and each comes with two filters and a pocket in which to insert them. I have let the vendor know.
In retrospect, I can think of several reasons why the package actually was there and not being delivered. This is Arizona, after all, and politics - right wing politics - do run deep and fierce here among some. So a package from China, the right wing's latest boogyman, might not get their full patriotic attention, hmm? Perhaps not even pay adequately. Not saying it's true, but I seem to be getting more paranoid about some things these days.
Then again, a small fat plastic envelope can easily hide or get stuck temporarily in some dark corner or behind something, totally ignored until there might be a reason to go on a hunt. Or just sweep the floors perhaps. Shake out the big box before tossing it in recycling?
And it is true that our postal system puts their own tracking labels on other packages, easing tracking them in their own system. Unfortunately, they keep track of the old-to-new numbers about as well as tRump's government keeps track of kids crossing the Mexican border. At least mail, so far as we know, doesn't risk rape, malnutrition, covid and other diseases without proper medical attention.
So why an I thinking up reasons/excuses for why my package seemingly vanished in the bowels of the post office and suddenly, after I called to inquire, arrived through the mail slot this afternoon? Maybe because my call yesterday resulted in my package arriving in the next possible delivery.
Coincidence?
Anyway, the masks are pretty, fit well, and each comes with two filters and a pocket in which to insert them. I have let the vendor know.
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