I made through work today, albeit working from home. I needed one more day of quarantine since we are following CDC guidelines. Depending on how I feel in the morning, I may go back to the office tomorrow. I’m hoping my plugged ears and moments of uncontrollable coughing will have subsided a bit more more. Either way, this will be me.
I am thankful for continued healing and for the friends who have checked in on us. I’m also glad for the cooler weather and the beautiful day we had today.
I’ve had moments where my wracking cough subsided and my sinuses cleared today, so I’m hoping tomorrow is better. I took one of those moments as an opportunity to relax briefly next to our fire table. Finally, a little holiday weekend vibe. I’m thankful for that.
My test confirmed I have Covid. It’s probably a good thing or Patrick was going to accuse me of faking it. As if I could fake this horrible cough. Plus I woke up at 2:30 this morning choking on my sinus drainage, which was incredibly rude and horrifying.
I am thankful that overall we are both feeling slightly better today. I felt like I had a little more energy, and Patrick said his body aches have lessened. I was hoping I’d feel well enough to sit outside by our fire-pit table, but that was a little too optimistic. I am super disappointed that we can’t go anywhere on our long weekend, so I’m hoping before the weekend is over, we have bounced back enough to have some fun.
I woke up legitimately sick this morning—major headache and chest congestion. My home test was negative for Covid but I have a hard time believing that I have a random flu at the same time Patrick has Covid. So I got a PCR test done this afternoon and should get the results in a day or so.
In the meantime, I’m grateful that the over the counter medication we have is helping both of us. And I’m happy it was sunny today so I was able to sit on the deck for a bit this afternoon. I’m also really happy I’m not working tomorrow. Hopefully we can catch up on some much needed sleep.
Goodbye, August. I wish we were going into September and a holiday weekend with big plans, but I think it’s going to be laying low and feeling crummy. Covid has finally hit our house. Patrick tested positive yesterday. He’s been suffering from body aches and head cold symptoms. He also lost his sense of smell and taste, which is a bummer. I hope for his sake it comes back right away, or that will be hard for his cooking.
Although the next few days will probably be lousy, I am grateful that we’ve avoided getting Covid during the worst of the pandemic, and now the symptoms are mostly flu-like. I’m also thankful for good soup tonight thanks to Olive Garden drive-up delivery. And that I felt well enough to get our yard mowed before we had to let it go for another few days and we’d probably need a tractor to get through it.