Covid!
It's pretty/ugly
Greetings from my Covid lair.
After over three years, I’ve succumbed to my first positive Covid test, and our household’s first parental case. Our littlest had it last year, but miraculously, the rest of remained unscathed. Which is weird when you consider the fact that he was three and maskless and obviously very much up in our faces. But yeah. This is my first time.
I plan on writing about the very trad vibes of this little lady’s unhinged 18 minutes and 50 seconds of fame for Friday, but my brain is still too fuzzy to do the job it needs to do for such an occasion.
My case of Covid seems like it was sort of in the middle? Certainly not the worst, but certainly not, like, “I feel fine and went running per usual.”
Last Tuesday around noon, I felt chilly and spent the afternoon wrapped in a blanket, and on Wednesday morning woke up on fire. Had a few days of shitty fever and cold symptoms, and the kind of night sweats I haven’t seen since postpartum days. Now I’m just floating around in fatigue, brain fog, and postnasal drip (and stubbornly bright positive tests). It being Covid, it all sucked, BUT, I was able to find some silver linings I thought I’d Pollyannishly share with you here.