Stay in bed

Wednesday, March 1, 2023

It’s been one of those days.

I woke up to complete silence and darkness. No, that’s not normal. The boyfriend is one of those people that has to have a fan on when they sleep. So, the lack of a fan whirl was odd. At first, I thought his fan broke. It wouldn’t be the first time. He frequently wears them out. Then he let me know that it wasn’t the fan, the power went out. Fantastic *she said in a deadpan, sarcastic voice.

On top of that, my throat hurts and I can’t stop sneezing. Considering the amount of “you may have been exposed” email that I’ve gotten this week, I thought that, finally, I caught the Rona. Yes, you heard (or read) that right. I have not have COVID. Not once. At least, not officially. Two months before the 2020 shutdown, I was the sickest I’d ever been. The doctor thought I had walking pneumonia, but the X-ray showed clear. However, I couldn’t breathe. It felt like there was an elephant permanently standing on my check. But, seeing as it was before the Rona was officially diagnosed in our area, and there were no tests, I cannot say for certain what it was. But I digress. I took one (of the plethora) of the COVID tests we have, and it was negative. Considering the power, which was restored as I was leaving to take my kiddo to school, and how I felt, I knew I would be working from home.

I also just found out that my kiddo has a game in Sacramento tomorrow. I have a mandatory training tomorrow. I’m going to have to figure this out.

I really should’ve just stayed in bed.