I Got COVID.

And that's all I've got.

Thank goodness for cats and hot water bottles.

On Monday, 13 February, I went down with COVID. Nearly three years into this pandemic, and having thought I surely must have already been exposed to it by now, it got me. Suddenly, and totally.

In the week-plus since then, I have worked my way through all the symptoms: bone-tired exhaustion, aches, chills, nausea, vomiting, diarrhoea, sore throat, dizzy lightheadedness, runny nose, complete loss of smell and taste, and coughing up huge amounts of green gunk streaked with blood.

My husband and son got it, too. My son got ill first, so I think this was probably another daycare ‘gift’. Thankfully, while he was quite poorly, he was not wretched, like me. My husband was pretty dang sick, but again, still not as sick as me. I don’t know why; he and I both had the same vaccines. But for whatever reason, I have been through the works, and it has been an absolute misery. Like an exceptionally terrible flu, but also a different thing of its own. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. And I really really really hope I don’t have to go through it again myself anytime soon.

So this is just to say that I have nothing written for this week’s post. Not a word. I was completely non-functional all last week. And while I’m starting to function again this week, I’m still really tired, still have a terrible cough, my tastebuds are still all weird, and my brain is still pretty spaced-out. I hope to keep improving, and hope I don’t end up experiencing a truly long Covid. With luck, I will be able to put together something swell by International Women’s Day. That is my goal.

Until then.