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Smol break (down)

Added 2022-07-06 23:45:33 +0000 UTC

Yesterday I was weepy for no reason. Just couldn’t stop the welling up of tears, that stinging burning eyes feeling.

“What’s the matter bunny?” my love asked. I explained that nothing was wrong, really. “You’ve got a lot of background stress right now, maybe it’s getting to you,” she soothed me over the phone.

At 6:30am she crawled into bed with me after her night shift and jumped when she touched my skin. I was burning hot, drenched in sweat, far away having fever dreams in another realm. She woke me up, took my temperature, gasped when she read the thermometer, brought me medication and water and a rapid test. After 2 and a half years of dodging this pandemic I have succumbed to stupid covid.

The only symptom I have other than the fever is weepiness, though I don’t know if they count that as a symptom. I’m thankful the vaccines have lessened the blow and I’ll hideout in bed for the next few days resting.

Max brought me toast and eggs and clementines (in my feverish state I couldn’t remember the word for peeling them and asked her to unravel them for me), my (almost) ex-husband brought me flowers and a pile of edibles, my kids are like “aw shucks we’ll have to play video games all day while you quarantine in your room” (oh to be a teenager on summer vacation).

It’s all going to be fine but I’ll be quiet for the next few days while I recover and try not to read the news (the weepiness, you know).

Here is a chaotic self-portrait from when I was feeling better. Feel free to leave me a suggestion for podcasts I might like. I tend to enjoy personal narratives and story telling. (All-time faves include Terrible Thanks For Asking, Shit the British Stole, and S-town.)