A Missed Celebration........

 In my office, only 2 of us who have been present since the pandemic started have escaped contagion, me and one of the front desk staff.  

I didn't catch Covid from Babygirl last January despite being face-to-vomiting-face with her the entire time she was incubating. I was, however, masked for almost the entire event.

This time? The masks went on AFTER the diagnosis.  And here we are, staring down a positive test.

My sincere congrats to the last man standing. 

It isn't the sickest I've ever been. That honor goes to the Russian Flu while I was in college. And thankfully, the guy with the ballpeen hammer in my head has stopped banging around, for the most part. But those losers with the coshes who keep smacking me in calves and shoulder blades need to STAND DOWN. 

Also not a huge fan of alternating between shivering and sweating.

I'm pretty sure this level of fatigue and breathlessness going up and down a flight of stairs should more be associated with mountain climbing.

On the plus side, Babygirl isn't running fevers anymore.  She was up to cooking dinner yesterday, although neither of us could taste it. We are both sleeping anywhere from 1-3 hours for every hour of activity (which could be just unloading the dishwasher or reading a book).

So I'm on Covid Furlough until at least Tuesday, or until the respiratory symptoms clear.  If the number of tissues overflowing every wastebasket in the house are any indication, this could take a minute. 

DeeDee

PS The saddest part of this is that I was out sick on National Rubber Ducky Day.  And I had planned SUCH a celebration.