Herself speaks.
COVID quarantine, day... five? Six?
Beloved Husband is improving. So far, no one else in the house has any symptoms. I'll run another over-the-counter test tomorrow and see what it says.
How many days do I need to let go by, before I am comfortable with the idea that I may have escaped infection? (Assuming, that is, that I don't develop symptoms/test positive.)
Schrodinger's COVID cat: how long will we be in limbo, neither definitely positive nor definitely negative?
Sometimes, I think a tiny bit about how it might be better if I just caught the Plague, to get it over with. And then I think about how that is ridiculous, because no one wants to be sick. I don't want to be sick.
This is all... a bit much.
One day at a time.
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