Since arriving back in Cape Town, I came across conflicting advice about getting tested for Covid-19. The President’s announcement appeared to include a fiat that all travellers who had arrived since mid-February from ‘high-risk’ countries should present themselves for testing; however, all the health advice sites were pleading with people only to get tested if they developed symptoms.
Having been uncertain what to do, my mind was made up on Thursday night when I found I was running a temperature. In the morning I phoned the designated helpline, and was advised to report at once to “any public hospital”. Testing, I was assured, was free. Off we went, downtown, to Christiaan Barnard Memorial hospital; only to be told they “didn’t do testing any more”, and handed a note of three clinics or labs that still did. Two were way out of town, and one was in the next suburb to ours, so we headed there; where I discovered that (a) it was a private clinic - as were all those on the list; (b) there would be a charge ... which started at around £40, or maybe £75, rising to £90 as further information was gathered. So much for free testing, I thought.
Most of the next hour was spent filling in about seven forms, with most of the information duplicated between each. As a non-South African, I had to get a bit creative with interpreting some of the requirements. A sympathetic and patient paramedic, and a delightful black nurse, who called me “my darlin’”, helped me through the process, and gave me a face mask to put on. When I had finally filled in everything I could, I was escorted to the consulting area, where an Indian doctor kindly explained the process, was pleased to hear I was already self-isolating, checked my signs and symptoms, and passed me to another nurse for the samples. The first one was an upper nose swab -- “this will be uncomfortable,” she said, and boy, was she right; the second was a back-of-the-throat swab, which made me gag; and then she took a blood sample, whereupon my arm hurt for the next hour. And here was me thinking I would only have to cough and spit.
One bright spot was that I could opt for different levels of path-lab turnaround; the State-run one would take about five days, but was free (only clinic admission, consultation and sample-taking to pay), or the private one would take about three days (doubling the total bill). Quickly calculating that even the expensive option would have to come out of my own pocket -- falling just short of the excess on my extortionate travel insurance -- and for the sake of two days, I chose the former.
I then had to explain at the clinic reception that I had come without any money, expecting testing to be free -- and could I pay when I came back to collect the results? A charming receptionist assured me that would be no problem at all, and would add a note to my account to that effect.
Meanwhile, our church has run the first full Sunday event entirely online, successfully. We even had four first-time attendees, as well as a thoroughly upbeat and encouraging message throughout. A good morning, and the next one promises to be better still, as we get into our stride.