The COVID Chronicles

UGH... I had a good run, but COVID finally got me. I'm lucky, I suppose, to have gone this long without getting it. My husband literally tested positive the night I had my knee surgery. No matter how lousy he felt, he had to take care of everyone and basically carry me through the house while I was completely immobile. I didn't get it then. My little guy had COVID right before the holidays. Poor guy was burning up with a fever and curled up with me as he felt miserable for the better part of the week. I managed to escape then too. I'm achy. I've never felt such bone crushing exhaustion. And my throat is on fire. I've been hiding up in my room since yesterday afternoon and trying to stay away from the family. I miss everyone, even my son whose attitude has been on steroids lately. The timing is shit... tomorrow is my son's last hockey game of his freshman year. we're supposed to take the little guy to a campout at the Camden Aquarium Saturday. And, of course, Super Bowl is Sunday. Don't mind my whining... I'll stop feeling bad for myself soon. I know it could be way worse.