Today is Day 5 (or 6, depending on how you count it), and I'm feeling mostly normal. Still positive on rapid (not quite as dark a line as it was a couple days ago, at least). I'm hoping to fly home Friday, so long as everything keeps heading in the right direction. That's Day 10 or 11, so although I'll stay KN95 masked the whole time, I'll feel okay flying back. It's a gray, rainy day in Connecticut, so a perfect day to lie in bed and listen to the rain and do nothing...which is what I have to do today anyway. So that works out.
Natter 77: I miss my friends. I miss my enemies. I miss the people I talked to every day.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
They count Day 1 as the first day after symptoms show up.
I'm using the recommended Day 0 is when the positive test happened, but I technically had symptoms the day before. That's why I go back and forth. But this is pretty much Day 5.
I'm sorry, Laura.
But I'm glad you're feeling better, Pix.
I woke up around 2am from a dream that someone was trying to break into my apartment and had the door half open. When I checked the door it was closed, with the deadbolt and chain both engaged. But I still kept waking up at every noise the rest of the night. So tired.
I'm sorry, Laura.
oh Laura, I'm so sorry.
Oh, ugh, Calli, I hate those dreams that don't even feel like dreams because they take place where you actually are! So hard to shake off and so full of adrenaline.
Poor Mulder. I'm so sorry, Laura.
Timelies all!
I'm sorry, Laura.
We went out to dinner with Gary's mom last night to celebrate Mr. S's birthday. Unfortunately, he got more and more out of control as the night went on(including throwing his medicine into a fountain) and we ended up taking him to the ER. They got his meds into him, and he actually fell asleep there. Sigh...
Sheryl, I'm so sorry. Your whole family has just been through one wringer after another. I hope you were all able to get some rest after Mr. S fell asleep.
And Laura, poor Mulder and poor Scully, and you already sick and now having to contend with this.
And Epic. There are just no words. My heart breaks for you and your family, your nephew and his kids and everyone who loved him and his inability to know or believe how much he was loved or that he deserved it.
Too much Covid, too much sadness and struggling and loneliness and grief. The universe can take a deep breath and just give itself a moment to gather its thoughts instead of flailing wildly at everyone anytime now, please.