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It’s bad enough Covid stole my birthday celebration.
And our Christmas vacation trip.
And Christmas.
But this popped up in my notifications the other day and was the giant turd on top of my rancid cake.
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Somewhere, somehow I lost a day.
Me!
The woman who posts everyday.
The weirdo who used to post twice a day.
The dedicated blogger whose previous streak was over 1,500!
Damn it.
Covid sucks.
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Enough already Covid, it’s time for you to let go.
Day 8 for me… and though for the most part I’m better… the nagging cough, nasal congestion and overwhelming fatigue persist. Housework hasn’t been done, laundry is piling up and I can’t seem to find the energy to care.
I cook, cough, eat, blow my nose, do dishes, cough, and repeat.
Husband feels about the same, just a few days behind me. They say misery loves company but at this point I’d prefer to suffer alone and have him do some chores.
So here we sit, binging the entire 5 seasons of Yellowstone because my husband never saw it. He’s always late to popular series parties… but is enjoying the ride now.
Christmas?
What’s that….
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Day 7 (and 4 respectively) in a Covid household. .
Worst way to spend the holidays… ever.
No Christmas cheer here just two miserably sick people and lots of wadded up tissues.
Husband had the latest round of vaccine, I did not.
But I seem to be faring better than him. Of course he’s older, so there’s that.
We’ll muddle through, but I can’t say either one of us is enjoying the process.
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Day 6 of my Covid journey dawned with me still feeling crappy… congested, coughing and bone tired,… but I’m less foggy and brain addled so that’s progress. I even managed to feed the cat something more appropriate than Raisin Bran.
I’m gaining.
Not that there’s any rest for the weary when my husband is three days behind me on the plague meter and still in the miserable thick of it.
Having Covid is bad enough, but having to nurse someone else who has Covid while you’re still feeling its effects?
Hell.
And to top it all off, I woke up this morning with absolutely no sense of smell or taste. Nothing. Nada. This worries me, because my girlfriend lost hers for over two years and said it was truly awful.
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Covid is the gift that keeps on giving.
Today?
Brain fog.
I put the scissors in the refrigerator and my reading glasses in the cutlery drawer.
I poured cereal in the cat’s dry food bowl.
I’m not concentrating well and can’t seem to focus.
WTH!
Anyone else experience similar Covid weirdness?
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Ladies – do you remember back in the day when your friends hosted those annoying Tupperware or Home Interior parties? I never wanted any of those products but my girlfriends would beg me to come to boost their attendance numbers. I hated the silly games and the forced sisterhood of wives who had nothing better to do than discuss the merits of the new and approved bowls that burped…. but I went, because I’m a good friend.
When those home party invitations started to wane and then disappeared completely? I was thrilled.
When the Covid pandemic introduced everyone to Zoom and my friends discovered the joy of hosting a party virtually? I was much less thrilled.
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Yes, that’s an invite to a friend’s virtual, high pressure, please log on and buy something so I can reach my sales goal and receive the free gift I never would have bought for myself anyway, party.
To make her happy I accepted the invite and logged on at the appropriate time. I virtually waved hello to the sales rep of the company I’d never heard of and boosted her attendance numbers. About to slip out the digital back door unnoticed, I figured what the hell… I might as well check out what they were selling.
And may I just say? Wow.
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Onyx nipple clamps and an Over the Moon vibrator?
I have to be honest… it almost made me miss the bowls that burped.
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Day four saw us driving back over to the stone yard for another pallet of lovelies… but instead of rocks we were met with an obstacle to construction.
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Closed due to illness.
These days that only means one thing….
Covid has thrown a wrench into our garden bed border completion plans.
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Being an animal lover, my eye is always drawn to stories and articles in which they feature.
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My girlfriend caught Covid in the first wave. It was a really bad time for her but thankfully she didn’t need to be hospitalized. She is however suffering many long Covid effects. Brain fog, hair thinning and worst of all … loss of taste and smell. It’s been almost two years and still nothing. She says the only flavor that breaks through is salt. Can you imagine only tasting salt for two years? I’m crossing my fingers for the hamsters.
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Shame I can’t talk the husband into it. He’s a pretty boy…
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This made my heart smile. Every store/business should adopt a shelter dog!
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A random chicken is loose in our town. I shall update the post if he struts by our house.
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The plethora of stupid headlines assures I will never run out of things to share.
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I’m going to pass on ordering one of those, just as I do on the extended car warranties.
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Now there’s an item positively screaming to be hung in the man cave bar.
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I don’t know about you, but I honestly don’t want to know the answer to that.
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*crosses Texas off her vacation destination list*
Who am I kidding? It was never on there in the first place.
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Not traveling for the past 2 years has been tough. It seems we were just getting into the swing of navigating our time share resort catalog… culling the ordinary and finding some fabulous spots… and then Covid slammed the door. While I’d be up for getting back on the road, my husband is still hesitant so we’re sticking close to home for now. I’ve been slowly researching some New England escapes my spouse might be comfortable with and the other day I came across this:
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Let me state for the record… unequivocally and without a doubt… I am not a camper. I have absolutely zero pioneering spirit and require hot and cold running Egyptian cotton sheets.
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While I love nature, the outdoors and hiking during the day, ( before my knee injury, damn it ) I prefer to sleep in air conditioned comfort on a king sized pillow top not sweltering in a 12×6 wagon with mosquitoes large enough to carry you away.
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Trust me, it’s not. And I wouldn’t.
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The words magical wagon and camp grounds are not used in the same sentence, not in my world.
And when I heard they rent for $1,500 a night? Yeeha! That’s a hard pass.
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