This chapter has been delayed due to illness, try as I might, boosted as I am, COVID took me down again. It also changed the topic of this chapter.
Last weekend when I should have been welcoming Mamma home from the hospital, I was buried in covers attempting to sleep my way out of the cold from heck. It didn’t worry although I managed to rouse myself from my blanket encampment in time to visit with an old friend for family movie night.
Going to bed that night, I felt like if I wasn’t better by Monday then I would be by Tuesday. It is Sunday now and I am barely better. I have to go back to work tomorrow as I am well enough to stand, no longer positive and so out of sick time it isn’t funny.
COVID is nothing to mess with. And to be fair to myself and my house hold, none of us were trying to mess with it. Most likely, I got it from work for the second time and brought it home. I feel awful about having brought a potential virus into our house twice. Both times, I have gotten incredibly sick.
This time I’ve been able to return to work sooner but I am running more on empty than before. Wake up, go to work, come home and conjure some dinner for the family. Then it is back to bed. Repeat until well.