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valkryorWell, not me, for once, but everyone else in my household. I'm not 100%, but I'm functionally healthy, which is good enough.
I kept the kid home yesterday because he had a bit of a cough and over-abundance of caution is how I roll after lockdowns and mandates and all the COVID jazz. He had a rough night last night (up and coughing, mostly), and is worse today, so another day home for him.
The spouse was okay on Sunday, but yesterday? Not. Good. He slept most of the day away and was absolutely miserable. In the middle of the night, I had to tell him my trick for dealing with waking up from night sweats with the sheets soaking wet (hint: it's why I keep towels in the bedroom). He was supposed to work today, but nope, that ain't happening for that cat.
My big plan today is getting to the grocery store to pick up a few needed supplies (like milk and tissues), and my other plan is to clean the bathroom, because I am the height of F-U-N.
Is it the flu? A really bad cold? No idea. Paul tested himself yesterday and it came back negative for COVID, so that's something? We are now out of rapid tests and need to pick some up, somewhere.
I also think I'm in a depressive episode. Not enough to completely override the medication, but enough to kill my desire to watch things that aren't dumb YouTube videos or read or even create, be it crochet or knit or write. I haven't picked up a book in over a week because it's too much effort to find something to read. I really hate my brain sometimes. I'll get through it, I always do, but until then, it's going to be a slog.
I kept the kid home yesterday because he had a bit of a cough and over-abundance of caution is how I roll after lockdowns and mandates and all the COVID jazz. He had a rough night last night (up and coughing, mostly), and is worse today, so another day home for him.
The spouse was okay on Sunday, but yesterday? Not. Good. He slept most of the day away and was absolutely miserable. In the middle of the night, I had to tell him my trick for dealing with waking up from night sweats with the sheets soaking wet (hint: it's why I keep towels in the bedroom). He was supposed to work today, but nope, that ain't happening for that cat.
My big plan today is getting to the grocery store to pick up a few needed supplies (like milk and tissues), and my other plan is to clean the bathroom, because I am the height of F-U-N.
Is it the flu? A really bad cold? No idea. Paul tested himself yesterday and it came back negative for COVID, so that's something? We are now out of rapid tests and need to pick some up, somewhere.
I also think I'm in a depressive episode. Not enough to completely override the medication, but enough to kill my desire to watch things that aren't dumb YouTube videos or read or even create, be it crochet or knit or write. I haven't picked up a book in over a week because it's too much effort to find something to read. I really hate my brain sometimes. I'll get through it, I always do, but until then, it's going to be a slog.
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