Today, hopefully, yielded some very good things for my husband and me. We went to the Ministry of the Interior and the woman we saw (Window 1) listened to our predicament and seemed to feel it was no big deal. She simply wrote the equivalent of an "aka Jane Doe Novakova" and then slammed the typical stamp next to it. Afterwards, I encouraged Hubby to head straight to the insurance office. When we got there, we found a most pleasant lady more than willing to help. She seemed to even take an instant liking to my husband. Apparently she grew up in a town very nearby where my sister-in-law lives, which is where my husband's parents had their summer cottage. According to her, we should be expecting our insurance cards in a few days by mail. I'm sure Hubby will have no problem. I'm cautiously optimistic about me getting mine...or at least right. What was even nicer was that the lady made Hubby's insurance coverage retroactive to May. She said mine would be retroactive to June 2nd. We still have two other government offices to go to.

I saw my Czech psychiatrist again today. Unlike the other times, there was a major wait. The office was hot as hell since there is no air conditioning. Hubby still joined me. I was encouraging the doc to get rid of my morning Seroquel XR, which he did. I complained about increased appetite and how doses below 600 mg are mostly weight neutral for me. To that he commented how weight unfriendly it can be, but then said "Well, you aren't overweight, so that's good." I immediately thought "What!?!?!"

I confess I loudly stated "I am overweight! I may not be obese, but I'm sure overweight." I didn't want to announce how much, but the truth is that I'm 20 lbs above the highest weight in my normal BMI range, for my height and age. And believe me, I see and feel the weight.

Tomorrow we get our 1st covid shot. I think it will likely be the Pfizer one. I researched them and the long time between 1 and 2 is consistent with that version.