COVID DAY 5
Thanksgiving is still canceled and what fresh hell is this?!?
COVID DAY 5
Yesterday found me wakeful, alert, energetic even. (Well, let’s not go crazy. I summoned enough energy to feed the dogs, unload and reload the dishwasher, cleaned up, and put on some festive, holiday leggings, a cozy sweater, and a soft hat.) My spouse had been hinting that maybe we could still have Thanksgiving if we felt better and test negative. In my fuzzy angora fair isle knit, I can imagine a relaxed holiday with fires, friends, warm beverages, cozy scenes…
I spent much of the day watching football and cheesy holiday movies on TV, and I was starting to consider a similarly-paced Thanksgiving holiday scene. I was having a struggle imagining the dinner though: considering that I still can’t smell or taste anything. Honestly, other than the cozy scene with friends, I was having a really hard time imagining what a tasteless and scent-less Thanksgiving would be like.
But day 4 was a pretty good day! I was clean, cozy, and apparently on the upswing.
Day 5 is a sucker day.
I woke with excruciating lower back pain. Slowly maneuvering out of bed while trying not to whimper too loudly and wake my spouse, yet also trying to move quickly enough that I don’t lose control of my bladder. This is a legitimate concern, given the…
