The Crud

 Well a yucky good morning to you, dear reader(s), I’ve got the crud, symptoms started last night, stuffy nose and head, very mild cough, but aches and pains in my body. We found out this morning that Michael’s mother indeed has Covid—and since Michael was with her last week and got sick at the exact same time, me thinks he has Covid too and gave it to me. OK, I did the Covid test and yup, I’m positive. Well, wouldn’t you know, that crud finally got me, I had such a good run, dodging it all this time, but yup, here it is at last. I guess it’s quarantine for me, I think five days, and I’m prepared to hunker down and accept my fate. In a way, I feel part of The Club now, me here with the crud but antibodies forming to help me ward off future infection. I called Dr. Schumacher to notify him of my plight, and I’m pretty sure he will call in the Covid medicine that he’s prescribed for my mother in law and Michael too. Oh well, what’s another pill, bring it on.

I’ve got provisions here for a Coconut Curry Lentil Stew, plus the Lamb White Bean Chili, plus we can have leftovers of the Old Fashioned Beef Stew I made last night. Michael is going to Giant to get the prescription for his mom so I’ll have him pick up a few more things for some extra meals. As long as we have food here for me to cook I feel OK, my anxiety remains under control. Actually I feel fairly calm with my test result, I’m not freaking out as I certainly would have been if I caught Covid three years ago when the media was showing death numbers every night and images of people piled up outside in ice trucks. Different story today, thank goodness.

I feel really tired and it’s hard for me to compose my thoughts today. I’m going to try and get outside later and walk Lily—I want the fresh air, get away from all the germs here inside. But maybe I might not be up for that. We shall have to see. OK that’s it for now. Maybe I’ll write more later. Then again, maybe not. The crud. Yuck.