Covid Sucks

 After 28 months of masks, cooking 3 meals a day, working from home, missing out on family and friend celebrations…. Covid found its way into my house.  Sweetie came home from a trip on July 4th, tested positive 3 days later and I was positive two days after him.  We called doctors, got meds, followed the protocols, and hoped for the ‘cold Symptom’ Covid.  But not our luck. Within hours of testing positive Poopsie was feverish with body aches and couldn’t lift his head from the pillow.  I masked up, wiped everything down and moved him to the guest room, LOL, cos there’s a chance I don’t have it, right?  I made the mad dash to the grocery store and cleaned the bathrooms and cancelled plans.   Then I went to bed for 10 days.  

I have this fear that I will retire and never get dressed so I obsessively get dressed and make my bed every day, even when I had the vid. And then I would get back into bed.  

Luckily we have awesome neighbors and family who brought food and checked on us every day.  I would meet my across the lake neighbor at the gate, both of us masked, and she would hand bags over the gate then blow kisses from the.road.  You don’t realize how much those tiny kindnesses mean until you need them.  I hope I can repay or pay it forward some day.

So,

I’m sending this message out to the universe to say… Covid Sucks.    But we recovered (with a lingering cough) and we are back to normal life with the threat of Covid.