And again, it’s about nothing new. I feel like I keep writing about what has already been written about or said and done. But how is it my fault? My over-cautious self caught the goddamn virus now in 2022, a whole two years since the pandemic began. So I will log my experience in, however late it may seem. That’s right, I will.
I’ve tested positive for covid, and experiencing the symptoms, the pain and most of all, amidst scavenging for survival, finally being able to live.
With this unwelcome virus CouchSurfing in my body, I have to entirely limit my social interactions and, as everyone’s been advising me, rest it out.
Well, as it turns out, I have found myself in compelling circumstances. Yes, I’m sick but somewhat functioning, and I can’t meet anyone, and I can’t be bothered about work (not as much). To be honest, I’ve had far worse migraine episodes that lasted me days where all I could possibly do was to bury my head under a pile of blankets, and yet I’ll be panicking about slowing down work because nobody would understand the pain I’m in.
But everyone gets covid (pun intended); they know how it is and gives you the space to recover. So in this situation, I can finally just do the things I like with a limited-edition topping called “guilt-free!”
I spent an afternoon reading. Then I watched a few old classics on Mubi. Now I’m just trying to get back in the old blogging game. I will hop back to reading after dinner, and let’s see what tomorrow brings! Hopefully, no more symptoms.