I suppose that it’s because I got the vaccine that it’s not as bad as I’d heard. Although it was pretty bad.

I also suppose it’s because I was still recovering from a cold that I caught it in the first place.

Friday: woke up with a cough. It was productive. Did my taxes. Did not make me lunch, because it wasn’t that productive. On Friday afternoon, I was on the couch, minding my own business, when a truck came by and ran me over. Had to get off Google Meet so I could just lay there glassy eyed and limp, like a dead fish.

Friday, 2:30 am: periods of wide-wakefulness and fitful dozing, in which I saw the doctor and it was Roseanne, and without even examining me, she said, “Strep. It’s all strep. I have it, that kid has it.” Also, I had to walk to a parking lot and kids drove my car, but they didn’t know how to drive. Also, I couldn’t find the stage manager’s phone or email and I was freaking out because it was getting close to showtime. Also there was a large campus library, but I only found one hallway of it, and it only had one shelf of books.

Saturday: went to the Walgreens doctor. It was going to be $25 until they heard I had insurance but I was out of network. Then it was $89. Negative for flu, positive for COVID. Let SM know. Shows cancelled all weekend. Lay in bed for the rest of the day, sometimes slept. Head stuffiness and coughing, but mostly extreme fatigue. Couldn’t listen to anything; it was too loud. Couldn’t watch anything; it was too bright. Couldn’t eat anything, it tasted and smelled too much.

Sunday: better. Could do stuff again. Watched Frasier and Columbo. And the new live-action Cowboy Bebop, actually. The first episode didn’t do it for me. The characters seemed flat. Except the girl. She looked promising. I’ll let you know if there’s an Episode 2 in my future. Also, Joyce from 3 doors down brought Hanukkah cookies. They have magical healing properties.

Monday: better. Trying to get work done. Less guilt that i took time off school for this book because I wouldn’t have been able to be there, anyway. This way, I didn’t get the whole class sick. Still tired. But I’ll try to keep prepping books and nag the doctor about horse bleach. Just kidding, monoclonal antibodies.

Monday 7:10: Lost sense of taste and smell. Orange juice was not as pleasant as usual. Chicken tasted like chicken.

Monday 7:15: Hit a clove of garlic. Taste and smell returned.

Tuesday: Woke up breathing through my nose! Oh, it was exciting. Got to the part of Kill la Kill that wasn’t trash! That is exciting, too. Last night, my doctor asked me if anyone contacted me about monoclonal antibodies. I said no. This morning, still no. I’m getting a 72-hour test (PDF? PSI? PPD? I forget. PTO?) tomorrow for Ozzy, but I’m pretty sure it’s the ‘rona. I know I get to rest, but starting to get antsy and thinking I should get some more work done. Lots to read and prep still. On the other hand, there’s anime to watch and crosswords to do. And an interview with Nikole Hannah-Jones. Oyyyyy…