Weird

Tried to find an image, apropos of the topic, but I don’t have the patience today. You would not believe how time consuming it is for this middle-aged, technologically-challenged blogger to, first, find a suitable image that doesn’t just show up as a URL when I copy it, secondly, save said pic and find it again and, thirdly, get it to show up in my post. I know. Sad, really. It probably should only take a couple taps.

So, this is where I write things I’m thinking about that I wouldn’t share on Facebook. Here’s what I feel weird about today:

Last week, with respiratory symptoms, I was tested for COVID. X-rays showed bronchitis, which can develop with the illness. I felt crappy, but not horrible. Think to myself, “Self, if this is positive, you’re getting through it without serious complications AND you won’t have to worry about getting it at work for however long this endures.

Now, I have a negative result. Everyone says, “Yay!” Inside, I’m thinking, “In a couple days, I go back to work, still at risk, now with a recent respiratory issue. Back to full-time sanitizing, protecting, and distancing. Not only could I yet contract coronavirus, it still may kick my ass.”

Being disappointed that I’m not positive for COVID is weird. Not saying that out loud or on FB.

Published by Sara

I'm middle-aged, mother of two adult sons, and a wife. I've been a teacher, counselor, medical transcriptionist, student teacher supervisor, substitute teacher and now I work in retail. File that under life takes many twists and turns one cannot predict!

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