I was raised to be entertaining and to be cheerful.
I’m sick. I’m lonely. Some days, it’s hard to keep a smile on my face.
Oh, and I didn’t tell you, but Nick had mild symptoms last Friday, so we scheduled him for a test. We were worried because of his generally delicate lungs but by Saturday, he was fine. yet his test came out positive. He has Covid!
Now, I’m quarantined. I have a sore throat, possibly because I can’t buy distilled water for my CPAP for some reason, but I have a sore throat. I can’t go anywhere for two weeks even if my test comes out negative.
And I feel like shit, achy, fatigued, and headachy, all the Covid symptoms. I’ve felt this way for the last year and a half for the most part, except for the sore throat.
I’m sad. I’m lonely. I’m so very tired, but I was raised to entertain people and to keep a cheerful face on. It’s hard to show people how hard it is for me right now, so I’m quietly whistling into the hurricane and hoping you can still hear me.
Thank you for listening, jules