So, I got Covid. It’s my first time so you might say I lost my covid virginity. I think it’s redundant to say that it sucks. I was tested positive on Thursday and I struggled with a fever for two-three days, my bones hurt but I am getting better, except my head which is still killing me.
Also, I had concert tickets for Saturday for my favorite singer and I was looking forward to it for two months and I had to sell them. I actually cried when I tested positive because I had to miss the concert. I think that being on my period and testing positive had something to do with the tears, but I was still sad. I hoped like crazy that I might be negative that I tested myself 5 times, 4/5 were positive.
So here I am, just going crazy in my apartment. I have been killing time by rewatching Wednesday on Netflix (highly recommend) and I am watching Young Sheldon. For the first two days, I was a bit short on food, especially breakfast food, but I got creative, ordered a bit and today my groceries were delivered so I can finally cook something normal. And I also got a bunch of fruit to get my vitamins in.
On the 8th I will finally be out of isolation and be free. I am going to go and eat my oranges now and watch what young Sheldon is up to.
I published a poetry book so if you’d like to get it, it’s called Rehab.