I feel terrible.
Sore throat, headache, body aches and feeling like I’ve been run over by a truck.
So, as I wait for my COVID results, I am trying to heal my body and mind.
It’s likely I’m not infected. Mostly because… I’m an introvert and so, as each week in the past few months has become more and more stressful and hyper-packed, all the activity has taken a toll and it’s probable I’m now simply run-down.
Human and all.
At the same time, COVID never disappeared completely – despite popular Western opinion – and, due to how many people remain un-vaccinated
how many social events are now “BACK” even as the number of infected/deaths once again rises:
the fact that there is no way these big public events are going to be canceled again (I mean, they’ve JUST returned!!!):
… we were again able to celebrate sports with other people especially when our team wins the NBA championship….!!!!…
I guess we’ll all just wait and see what happens.
Luckily, I’ve always avoided crowds and have secretly always wanted to wear a mask:
so the pandemic has in a way liberated me on some OCD level and, consequently, I don’t feel especially worried about whether I have COVID right now because, if I do, I don’t feel I could have done too much differently.
So if I do become a particularly bad breakthrough case and find myself hospitalized with coronavirus, I will not give a social media emotional hospital bed confessional full of regret and woe.
Because I gave it my best shot.
But, infected or not, I feel like shit and so today was supposed to be dedicated to recovery.
My plan was to
- not be at work
- sit on this couch all day and not move from it
- drink throat coat tea all day from a gigantic thermos (I made this so I wouldn’t have to move) and
- watch my Halloween screen saver all day long.
Yet, since we live in a ridiculous neighborhood where a 2 year-old child was “accidentally murdered” last week due to their playing with a gun which was not secured a block away (this atrocity occurred the very afternoon which followed the the night where I called 911 and was placed on hold because there was repetitive gunfire outside that sounded like it was inside our bedroom)…
my plan to recover on my couch in peace and quiet was not to be.
Yet, what disturbed my recovery plan today was not the typical bullshit.
Rather, for a period of time this morning, there was suddenly crazy loud bad music being BLASTED outside. My head was throbbing with the sound so I stumble over to find its source and it was coming from a red boat
which I assume belonged to this white boy with a bad haircut who was dumping out beer on our side lawn and who was also white-boy-dancing in the middle of the street.
I don’t think he’s from around here but that kind of action will not play in this neighborhood so, naturally, soon gunshots rang out and the music stopped and the boy and his boat are now gone.
Guess he wasn’t as street as he thought.
86 days until Halloween.
Stay safe, everyone. Please get vaccinated, if you’re able.
And, if you also feel like shit and need a time-out, sit back and watch some of my Halloween screensaver with me.
There are far scarier things out there besides COVID so it’s important to not freak out. Take your breaks when you need them and, if you’re wired like me, take your breaks when your body makes you.
Hold on and also watch these skeletons show that red boat-owner how dancing is done. 🖤