Happy fourth anniversary, Pandemic That Upended Bloody Everything. I have been observing it by enjoying my second bout of COVID. It’s 5.30 on Sunday morning and only now are lights turning back on for me.
Allow me to copy and paste what I told reader Sara yesterday:
Depleted, fogged and crappy. Resting, keeping up the fluids, hoping it will move on soon. Frustrated!
You retrace your steps, wonder where you might have tripped up. My guess is: doctor’s surgery Wednesday before last, or getting the blood test next door. Should go back to wearing a mask there, should go back to disinfecting hands afterwards.
