The struggle I felt last week to do everything came to its pinnacle this morning when I could not get out of bed and it now has a label. Covid.
I felt miserable last week and I blamed it on my stress, my 50+ work-week, my singleness, my age, and so I was courageous to ask a friend to cover me at one of my jobs so I could have Sunday off. I went to play tourist with a friend who’s visiting from Colombia; we went to the highline, Chelsea Market and Times Square- we walked and talked for hours! At night I started feeling a pain in the back of my throat, I came back home early and went to sleep.
The next day was chaotic. I went to work looking like I had just jumped out of bed and into the train but no! I “got ready” for my usual hour and a half. The day dragged, the boss of my boss was a nuance and I felt my head was five times its size. Then I went to my second job and had a better time, my co-workers there are super sweet. We were busy and so time flied. After, and because it was Halloween night, I went to wait for my niece to finish partying so we could come back home together and we did.
The next morning, however… as soon as my alarm went off, I knew I wasn’t going to make it to work. Headache, throat pain, mucous, exhaustion. Beyond-limits-exhaustion
I told my boss what was happening. He wasn’t feeling well the day before either and I thought maybe he also was feeling like me. I tried to sleep some more but could not. Made coffee and it had no taste in my mouth. What a disappointment… such a beautiful taste and my tonsils were not enjoying it. I then went to the bathroom and did a covid home test and voilá! Positive.
Immediately after, I went to get a mask and kept my distance from my mom and my niece. My biggest fear since the pandemic started has been to get anyone sick. I feel even more panick when I think of getting my parents or my uncle sick, that would be unbearable. So many stories during these two years about family members getting seniors sick, because they didn’t know they were positive. So much heartache. So devastatingly sad.
It is not fun to be sick, it’s uncomfortable to be away in the same apartment, but that’s what it will be like for as long as I test positive and then some more days (just in case).
Today’s Cafecito with a View was a tasteless drink with covid, while looking out the window. This is 2022. We still have covid and we always will.
Cafecito with a View 