COVID-19 Day 5 rant

I am so bored. 

I don’t seem to have a fever any more but feeding the cats left me so tired I had to lie down for a bit.  My ribs and spine ache because I’ve been sitting too much, but frankly I’m afraid to go out for a walk. 

My concentration is shot; after about fifteen minutes of anything I need to close my eyes and lean back for a while.  Water hurts my throat so I’m living off of sweet tea and lemonade.  It’s a good thing I’m fat because all I’ve managed to make myself eat since Monday is one small frozen pizza a day and a handful of Doritos. 

I know.  It could be VASTLY worse.  My breathing is (so far) uncompromised, and my work is happy to pay me to stay home for a while.  I have cat food and supplies and fancy tissues. 

But I’m bored and cranky and achy.  I’m furious at whichever selfish maskless ass got me into this.  I’m terrified of pushing myself - what if I get Long COVID? 

I’m especially frightened for the little girl who tested positive two days after I visited her family on the evening I first felt symptoms (I thought I was getting a cold, and the symptoms started while I was already there).  Her, and her immunocompromised mother, and her aunt who was going to visit and now can’t, and the rest of her family. 

I’ll never know how I got it.  I’m boosted but due for the new one, and I wear a mask at work and in public, without fail.  Most of the people I see do not.  Even at work.  Know what the stupidest thing about that is? 

I work at a vaccine lab. 

Every single person who works there should know better.  But most of ‘em can’t be bothered. 

Wear a fucking mask.