Forgive the exclamation points, thing are just still f**king happening. In the last three weeks, Doc’s had an emergency hospital stay, my dad got hit by a car (he walked away with a concussion), I threw my back out at the gym, and on Saturday I tested positive for COVID.
I honestly wouldn’t have even taken a test–I thought I just got my friend’s head cold–but then that friend let me know that she was positive. So I’m glad that it’s a mild case…but Doc has surgery scheduled for Wednesday this week so I’ve gone into lockdown in the house to try to not spread it to him and mess up his surgery date and his medical leave and everything else. (He’s been testing negative so far; spare him some good vibes.)
This picture really sums up the last few weeks:
