After a full week of recuperation, I’ll spill the tea, as the saying now goes.
I home-tested positive last Saturday. After the sneezing, hacking and stuffy head, I wasn’t sure I just had a cold or allergies or the flu kicking in.
Two lines showed up on the kit I pulled out of the medicine cabinet.
Two-and-a-half-years-plus of an abundance of caution … well, no longer can I say I haven’t had The Virus yet.
My dear wife Karen still has not, knock on wood. We’ve read enough and heard enough to know I had to STAY AWAY. I remained in the downstairs bedroom. She and cherished rescue mutt Ellie B had the whole upstairs. Disinfectant wipes were aplenty.
All her tests were good. Again, knock on wood.
I slept away great, massive chunks of time. My thinking was not clear. Work allowed me AWS with my issued laptop but my boss was lenient about my foggy brain.
I did not lose my senses of smell or taste, and ate all my meals, in somewhat smaller portions for the sneezing and coughing.
Mid-week I was working full shifts on the laptop … but still ignoring my own social media. Just not up to it.
Thankfully, I had scheduled a week-plus ahead on the blog, and I started to feel well enough to answer and leave a comment or two.
Today I will venture out with my mask.
Enough staring at those slippers.
Ain’t life something.
Be well, all.